'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd,
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
Sonnet cxxi.
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own.
Sonnet cxxi.
That full star that ushers in the even.
Sonnet cxxxii.