The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.

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.

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!