Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.
Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!
I am a feather for each wind that blows