It is no less vain to wish death than it is cowardly to fear it.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
...the poet, he nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.
The truly valiant dare everything but doing anybody an injury.
A popular license is indeed the many-headed tyrant.
Contentions for trifles can get but a trifling victory.