The star of the unconquered will. The Light of Stars.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

’T is not in mortals to command success,
But we’ll do more, Sempronius; we’ll deserve it.
Cato, Act i. Sc. 2.  J. ADDISON.

And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
King Henry VI., Pt.  III.  Act ii. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

                               Such a nature. 
  Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
  Which he treads on at noon.
Coriolanus, Act i. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight
The self-same way, with more advised watch. 
To find the other forth; and by adventuring both,
I oft found both.
Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
Success.  EMILY DICKINSON.

SUICIDE.

                                           He
  That kills himself t’ avoid misery, fears it,
  And at the best shows but a bastard valor: 
  This life’s a fort committed to my trust,
  Which I must not yield up, till it be forced;
  Nor will I:  he’s not valiant that dares die,
  But he that boldly bears calamity.
The Maid of Honor.  P. MASSINGER.

All mankind
Is one of these two cowards;
Either to wish to die
When he should live, or live when he should die.
The Blind Lady.  SIR E. HOWARD.

  Against self-slaughter
  There is a prohibition so divine
  That cravens my weak hand.
Cymbeline, Act iii. Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

SUN.

                    That orbed continent the fire
  That severs day from night.
Twelfth Night, Act v. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned,
Look’st from thy sole dominion like the God
Of this new world,... 
O Sun!
Paradise Lost, Bk.  IV.  MILTON.

Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. King Richard II., Act iii. Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

                          The lessening cloud,
  The kindling azure, and the mountain’s brow,
  Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach
  Betoken glad.  Lo! now, apparent all
  Aslant the dew-bright earth, and colored air,
  He looks in boundless majesty abroad;
  And sheds the shining day, that burnished plays
  On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wand’ring streams
  High gleaming from afar.
The Seasons:  Summer.  J. THOMSON.

  The sun had long since in the lap
  Of Thetis taken out his nap. 
  And, like a lobster boiled, the morn
  From black to red began to turn.
Hudibras, Pt.  II.  Canto II.  DR. S. BUTLER.