O! How vain and vile a passion is this fear! What base uncomely things it makes men do.
It is the highest of earthly honors to be descended from the great and good. They alone cry out against a noble ancestry who have none of their own.
Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.
Prevent your day at morning.
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.
Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.