When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
The will is infinite and the execution confin'd, the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.
Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.