There's no art to find the mind's const...

But men are men; the best so...

Brevity is the sou...

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that hea...

Boldness be my...

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall...

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant n...

Death is a fearf...

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, whi...

And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: ba...

The valiant never taste of d...

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured...