I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.
Princes have but their titles for their glories, An outward honor for an inward toil; And, for unfelt imaginations, They often feel a world of restless cares.
Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man.
Men's judgments areA parcel of their fortunes; and things outwardDo draw the inward quality after them,To suffer all alike.