Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.