What a deformed thief this fashion is.
By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.
And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.
Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.
A high hope for a low heaven: God grant us patience!