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.

Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

You dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.