He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.