Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
Tender-handed stroke a nettle,And it stings you for your pains;Grasp it like a man of mettle,And it soft as silk remains. ’Tis the same with common natures:Use ’em kindly, they rebel;But be rough as nutmeg-graters,And the rogues obey you well.