Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
Richard III, 5. 3

I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
And if I die, no soul will pity me:
Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
Richard III. 5. 3

I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.
Richard III, 5. 4

Do I see before me in this scribbled ink,
subtle codes from a distant friend, in pain and enduring no solace?
Doth he know thine ears are large, and shoulders wide,
thus his attendance in my space would be welcomed like a lost child?
David M I.2


David