What A Pretty Thing Man Is When

Then Love-devouring Death Do What He Dare.

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

For What Good Turn? Messenger: For The Best Turn Of The Bed.

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once.