Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?
My love though silly is more brave.
Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?
True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore ; this is the second of our reign.
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.