You Take My Life When You Do

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men; And Being Men, Hearing The Will Of Caesar, It Will Inflame You, It Will Make You Mad.

See, What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath! He That But Fears The Thing He Would Not Know, Hath, By Instinct, Knowledge From Others' Eyes, That What He Feared Is Chanced.

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.