Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next
When our actions do not, our fears make us traitors.
Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
I will praise any man that will praise me.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.