The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.
the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.
Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.