Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.

Hide me from day's garish eye.

I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.

Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious days.

Reason also is choice.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.