Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence; the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

Hear the meaning within the word.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.