Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

“I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace; and it better fit…”

“Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious,Loyal and neutral, in a moment?…”

“Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?When at your hands did I deserve this…”

“How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!”