Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.
This thought is as a death.
I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth
Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them.
Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.