They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!