For you and I are past our dancing days.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
If wishes would prevail with me, my purpose should not fail with me.
Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.