Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.
To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!
I bear a charmed life.