O! it is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant. O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! Manhood is melted into courtesies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue, and trim ones, too. Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha lost my reputation, I ha lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial! Security is the chief enemy of mortals. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. Send danger from the east unto the west, so honor cross it from the north to south. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. | 
