Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

If love be blind, it best agrees with night

There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too.

My stars shine darkly over me