Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of >>
O, call back yesterday, bid time return. >>
The best safety lies in fear. >>
Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that >>
The hours that we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing >>
Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not >>
The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.