Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

There is a world elsewhere.

The peace of heaven is theirs that lift their swords, in such a just and charitable war.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile