The oath in any way or form you please

Virtue, if not in action, is a vice, And, when we move not forward, we go backward.

He That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it, And, at the best, shows but a bastard valour. This life's a fort committed to my trust, Which I must not yield up till it be forc'd. —Nor will I. He's not valiant that dares die,

The good needs fear no law, It is his safety and the bad man's awe.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.

What a sea Of melting ice I walk on!

Out, you impostors! Quack-salving, cheating mountebanks! Your skill Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.