The coward's weapon, poison.
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.
Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther. The more experience finds you: and go sparing. One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, through all your travels; for you'll find it certain.