All Men's Faces Are True, Whatsome'er Their

Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounce It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue; But If You Mouth It, As Many Of Your Players Do, I Had As Lief The Town-crier Spoke My Lines.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

If This Were Played Upon A Stage Now, I Could Condemn It As An Improbable Fiction.