...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
When I waked, I cried to dream again
There is no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown.
Which can say more than this rich praise, that you alone are you?
If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.