Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.
The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.