What's one man's poison, signior, Is another's meat or drink.

The coward's weapon, poison.

We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him?

There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty.

An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water. [Fr., L'injure se grave en metal; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde.]

All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.