For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.
God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
All pride is willing pride.