The Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounce It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue; But If You Mouth It, As Many Of Your Players Do, I Had As Lief The Town-crier Spoke My Lines.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

O Gentlemen, The Time Of Life Is Short! To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long, If Life Did Ride Upon A Dial's Point, Still Ending At The Arrival Of An Hour.

O Powerful Love, That In Some Respects Makes A Beast A Man, In Some Other, A Man A Beast.