And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
Which challenges itself as [honour's born],
And is not like the sire: honours [thrive],
When rather from our acts we them derive
Than our foregoers: the mere [word's] a slave
Debosh'd on every tomb, on every [grave]
A lying trophy; and as oft is dumb
Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the [tomb]
Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
If thou canst like this creature as a maid,