Say as you think and speak it from your souls.
You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.
When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength; and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks
Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.