When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!
Past and to come, seems best; things present, worse.
Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
Allow not nature more than nature needs.