Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others.
Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart
A little water clears us of this deed.
Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.
To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)