The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
I and my bosom must debate awhile, and then I would no other company.