We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

My Liege, And Madam, To Expostulate What Majesty Should Be, What Duty Is, Why Day Is Day, Night Night, And Time Is Time, Were Nothing But To Waste Night, Day And Time. Therefore, Since Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

Men That Hazard All Do It In Hope Of Fair Advantages: A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.