Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.