[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.