Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever

The Last Taste Of Sweets Is Sweetest Last.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

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.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.