Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Hamlet -- III. 1.
CONTENT.
My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,