Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.

If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.