The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
He doth nothing but talk of his horses.
As merry as the day is long.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.