I have a bone to pick with Fate
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.
He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)