Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.