Is This A Dagger Which I See

That Which In Mean Men We Entitle Patience Is Pale Cold Cowardice In Noble Breasts.

To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted Out Of Fear.

A Maiden Hath No Tongue--but Thought.

You Have Too Much Respect Upon The World; They Lose It That Do Buy It With Much Care

I Have A Soul Of Lead So Stakes Me To The Ground I Cannot Move.