Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.
And what’s he then that says I play the villain?
Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.
All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.