Be not afraid of greatness.
They are but beggars that can count their worth.
What a piece of work is man!
Screw your courage to the sticking-place.
And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.
Pray you now forget and forgive.