If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not toalter me.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.
We must every one be a man of his own fancy.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.