Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

There is flattery in friendship.

Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel; then what should war be?

we are the lords of all eternity

Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania

No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.