All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

Presume not that I am the thing I was.

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.