I Do Not Hate A Proud Man,

Conscience Is A Thousand Swords.

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Every Offense Is Not A Hate At First.

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

Thus Play I In One Person Many People, And None Contented: Sometimes Am I King; Then Treasons Make Me Wish Myself A Beggar, And So I Am: Then Crushing Penury Persuades Me I Was Better When A King; Then Am I King'd Again: And By And By Think That I Am Unking'd By Bolingbroke, And Straight Am Nothing: But Whate'er I Be, Nor I Nor Any Man That But Man Is With Nothing Shall Be Pleased, Till He Be Eased With Being Nothing.