Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

If We Are Mark'd To Die, We Are Enow To Do Our Country Loss; And If To Live, The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honour. God's Will! I Pray Thee; Wish Not One Man More.

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.

I Had Rather Eleven Died Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.