This thought is as a death.
Glory is like a circle in the water
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
Come, swear it, damn thyself, lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damned, swear,--thou art honest.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?