Faint Heart Never Won Fair

[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear His Speech, But Say Thou Nought.

Or Are You Like The Painting Of A Sorrow, A Face Without A Heart?

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.