Th Abuse Of Greatness Is

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

Art Thou Afeard To Be The Same In Thine Own Act And Valour As Thou Art In Desire? Wouldst Thou Have That Which Thou Esteem'st The Ornament Of Life, And Live A Coward In Thine Own Esteem, Letting 'i Dare Not' Wait Upon 'i Would,' Like The Poor Cat I' The Adage?