Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.
My charity is outrage, life my shame; And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.
It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?