Bad's the best of us.
Grace comes often clad in the dusky robe of desolation.
You are no better than you should be.
It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.
Let us have a care not to disclose our hearts to those who shut up theirs against us.
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.