Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster.

In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard of monstrous lust the due and just reward; In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen, Although assailed with fortune fierce and keen, Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crowned with joy at last.

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

One man in his time plays many parts.