Do not banish reason for inequality; but let your reason serve to make the truth appear where it seems hid, and hide the false seems true.
A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.
No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
Some are born great, others achieve greatness.
what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.