And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow. - William Shakespeare

A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.