Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mearly players.
He is well paid that is well satisfied.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.