To Kill, I Grant, Is

What Man Dare, I Dare. Approach Thou Like The Rugged Russian Bear, The Armed Rhinoceros, Or Th' Hyrcan Tiger; Take Any Shape But That, And My Firm Nerves Shall Never Tremble.

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

Like One Who Having Into Truth, By Telling Of It, Made Such A Sinner Of His Memory, To Credit His Own Lie.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.