Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.