My pride fell with my fortunes.
I have a bone to pick with Fate
Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
A scar nobly got is a good livery of honor.
Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief