He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.