Even the bold will fly when they see Death drawing in close enough to end their life.
You clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.
A broad-backed ox can be driven straight on his road even by a small goad.
Evil counsel travels fast.
Even the stout of heart shrink when they see the approach of death.
Not to be born is, past all prizing, best.