A Man Can Die But Once.

It Comes To Pass Oft That A Terrible Oath, With A Swaggering Accent Sharply Twanged Off, Gives Manhood More Approbation Than Ever Proof Itself Would Have Earned Him.

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

Truly The Souls Of Men Are Full Of Dread: Ye Cannot Reason Almost With A Man That Looks Not Heavily And Full Of Fear.

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.