The Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.

There Is No Greater Hell Than To Be A Prisoner Of Fear.

All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Fear To Do Base, Unworthy Things Is Valor; If They Be One To Us, To Suffer Them Is Valor Too.

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.