The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!

He is all fault who has no fault at all.

Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.