…having once seen him put forth his strength in battle, methinks I could know him again among a thousand warriors. He rushes into the fray as if he were summoned to a banquet. There is more than mere strength—there seems as if the whole soul and spirit of the champion were given to every blow which he deals upon his enemies. God assoilzie him of the sin of bloodshed! It is fearful, yet magnificent, to behold how the arm and heart of one man can triumph over hundreds.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!

I envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth but never in thy heart nor in thy practice