To be furiousIs to be frightened out of fear.

Screw your courage to the sticking-place

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

Who knows himself a braggart,Let him fear this, for it will come to passthat every braggart shall be found an ass.

Cuckoo, cuckoo; O, word of fear,Unpleasing to a married ear!