An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
I had rather eleven died nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.