All pride is willing pride.
Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.
We cannot all be masters.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.