The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
It illumineth the face, which as a beacon gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm ... this valor comes of sherris.
Your heart's desires be with you!
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them, forgive yourself.
My gracious silence, hail! Wouldst thou have laughed had I come coffined home, That weep'st to see me triumph?
Runs not this speech like iron through your blood?
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves That they are not the first of fortune's slaves, Nor shall not be the last, like silly beggars Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge their shame That many have and others must sit there, And in this thought they find a kind of ease.
Down from the waist they are centaurs, Though women all above; But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends': there's hell, there's darkness, There is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, Stench, consumption.
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger; Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; Be secret-false.
Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtained sleep.