A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

Boldness be my friend.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Death is a fearful thing.

The valiant never taste of death but once.