But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them

Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, meeting the check of such another day.

For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.