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.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.
He that dies this year is quit for the next.
Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.