William Shakespeare

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

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

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father read more

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.