To Hold, As 't Were,

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honor.

Romeo: Courage, Man; The Hurt Cannot Be Much. Mercutio: No, 'tis Not So Deep As A Well, Nor So Wide As A Church-door; But 'tis Enough, 'twill Serve. Ask For Me Tomorrow, And You Shall Find Me A Grave Man.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.