“If thou has not seen the devil, look at thine own self.”

“Madman! Look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.”

“This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

“Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!Thou art the Potter and I am the clay.”

“Art thou afeardTo be the same in thine own act and valourAs thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have thatWhich 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?”

“Hast thou ice that thou shalt bind itTo thy breast, and make thee deadTo thy children, to thine own spirit's pain?When the hand knows what it dares,When thine eyes look into theirs,Shalt thou keep by tears unblindedThy dividing of the slain?These be deeds Not for thee:These be things that cannot be!”