Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life.
It is not night when I do see your face.
Ay, is it not a language I speak?
Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.
That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.