Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror
Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.
O, how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors.