The Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The

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

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.