Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.
Let life be short, else shame will be too long.
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.