To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

Exit, pursued by a bear.

Then others for breath of words respect, Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.

Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.

Give obedience where 'tis truly owed.