You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.

To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.

I have supped full with horrors.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.