A man I am cross'd with adversity.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.
More matter with less art.
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.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought