Cowards fear to die; but courage stout, Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.

Our passions are most like to floods and streams; The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.

Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty: A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity.

Even such is time, that takes on trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we ha…

I have no fear nor shrinking; I have seen death so often that it is not strange or fearful to me.

My character and good name are in my own keeping. Life with disgrace is dreadful. A glorious death is to be envied.

So he died, because for a split second he got brave. But not then. He died much later, after the split second of bravery had faded into long hours of wretched …