Cowards Die Many Times Before

A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.