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.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear.

To whom God will, there be the victory.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

These violent delights have violent ends.

There is a world elsewhere.