Coward

Cowards die many times before their death: The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange, that man should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

Cowards have courage when they see not death, And fearful hares that skulk in forms all day, Yet fight their feeble quarrels by the moon-light; —But valiant men Still love the sun should witness what they do.

As cheats to play with those still aim, That do not understand the game; So cowards never use their might, But against such as will not fight.