And I did laugh sans intermission an hour by his dial. O noble fool, a worthy fool -- motley's the only wear.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victorie, Or die with fame renown'd for chivalrie: He is not worthy of the honey-comb, That shuns the hives because the bees have stings
He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.
I am not worthy of the wealth I owe, nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is; but, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal what law does vouch mine own.