O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

There Is No Terror, Cassius, In Your Threats, For I Am Armed So Strong In Honesty That They Pass By Me As The Idle Wind

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

Omission To Do What Is Necessary Seals A Commission To A Blank Of Danger; And Danger, Like An Ague, Subtly Taints Even Then When We Sit Idly In The Sun.