Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.

My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)