I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.
Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity