Brave hearts do not back down back off.
The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.
Know'st not whate'er we do is done in love?
A cunning fellow is man, inventive beyond all expectation, he reaches sometimes evil and sometimes good
Don't you know that silence supports the accuser's charge?
Each say following another, either hastening or putting off our death--what pleasure does it bring? I count that man worthless whois cheered by empty hopes. No, a noble man must either live or die well.