Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
It's a hard world, neighbors, if a man's oath must be his master.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
For danger levels man and brute And all are fellows in their need.