Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing.
There's place and means for every man alive.
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky!
Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.