Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?