'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.