What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, and he but naked, though locked up in steel, whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
He who has injured thee was either stronger or weaker than thee. If weaker, spare him; if stronger, spare thyself.
Day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just ...
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?