O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
O that men's ears should be To counsel deaf but not to flattery!
Nature's tears are reason's merriment.
If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers
Never shame to hear what you have nobly done
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.