Motley's the only wear.
I should not urge thy duty past thy might.
Sir, he hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
I am a bastard, too. I love bastards! I am bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, bastard in valor, in everything illegitimate.
Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.