“Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient foolArt thou, to break into this woman's mood,Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!”
“Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!Thou art the Potter and I am the clay.”
“If thou has not seen the devil, look at thine own self.”
“O, believe, as thou livest, that every sound that is spoken over the round world, which thou oughtest to hear, will vibrate on thine ear!”
“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?”
“Madman! Look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.”