He that feares death lives not.

He that feares death lives not.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

Well does he sleep who knows not that his sleep has been broken.

Well does he sleep who knows not that his sleep has been broken.

Do what you should, not what you may.

Do what you should, not what you may.

A wilful man maun hae his way.

A wilful man maun hae his way.

Every man has his price.

Every man has his price.

What loss feels he that wots not what he loses?

What loss feels he that wots not what he loses?

I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no
colors.'

I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no
colors.'

Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.

Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.