Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone.
Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you
Talkers are no good doers.
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.