The Proverb Is Something Musty.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

A Very Little Little Let Us Do And All Is Done.

When That The Poor Have Cried, Caesar Hath Wept: Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff: Yet Brutus Says He Was Ambitious; And Brutus Is An Honourable Man.

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.