Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
Hold, or cut bowstrings.
He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
Where souls do couch on flowers we'll hand in hand.
The insolence of office.
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.