Despair and die. The ghosts
Come, Lady, die to live.
But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle shall join together at the latter day, and cry all, 'We died at such a place' - some swearing, some crying f
That in the captains but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Policy sits above conscience.
Live how we can, yet die we must.
Fair Katherine, and most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear, And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.
He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
Our bodies are our gardens... our wills are our gardeners.
The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.
Every good servant does not all commands.
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
A man can die but once.
He doth nothing but talk of his horses.
I would fain die a dry death.
Ambition, the soldier's virtue.
thus with a kiss I die
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed; And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly, But coward-like with trembling terror die
Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victorie, Or die with fame renown'd for chivalrie: He is not worthy of the honey-comb, That shuns the hives because the bees have stings
Let them obey that knows not how to rule.
I kissed thee ere I killed thee -- no way but this,Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die.
I hope to see London once ere I die.
Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
I hourly learn a doctrine of obedience.
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier.
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envi
O God of battles! steel my soldiers’ hearts. Possess them not with fear.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.