Besides, Our Nearness To The

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.

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.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

Small To Greater Matters Must Give Way.