This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!
Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
I was a coward on instinct.
Cowards die many times; a brave man dies but once.
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe
Instinct is a great matter. I was now a coward on instinct.
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, as many other mannish cowards have.
O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.
Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, / Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.