This thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.

The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.

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.

A woman's thought runs before her actions.

On Rumor's tongue continual slanders ride.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

A pal is one that is aware you while you are, understands where you have already been, accepts whatever you are becoming, and continue to, carefully means that you can develop.