I am ill at these numbers.
And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in. and the best of me is diligence.
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.
Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.