Shakespeare for Every Day of the Year

by Allie Esiri

Thus play I in one person many people, And none contented.

Nor I, nor any man that but man is,

With nothing shall be pleased till he be eased With being nothing.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. 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.