There is a certain cowardice, a certain weakness, rather, among respectable folk. Only brigands are convinced-of what? That they must succeed. And so they do succeed.
I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.
When facing his assassin
Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.
He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.
The people to fear are not those who disagree with you, but those who disagree with you and are too cowardly to let you know.
An apology? Bah! Disgusting! Cowardly! Beneath the dignity of any gentleman, however wrong he may be.
Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste of death but once.
Julius Caesar (II, ii, 32-37)