O! That way madness lies.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Show me a man that is not passion's slave and I will wear him in my heart's core.
I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
Let boors and franklins say it, I'll swear it.