"Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned, bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, be thy intents wicked or charitable, thou com’st in such a questionable shape that I will speak to thee." (Shakespeare 1. 4. 43-49).
MAN VS SELF
"’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, nor customary suits of solemn black, nor windy suspiration of forced breath, no, nor the fruitful river in the eye, nor the dejected havior of the visage, together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, that can denote me truly." (Shakespeare 1. 2. 80-86).
"So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word. It is “adieu, adieu, remember me.” I have sworn ’t." (Shakespeare 1. 5. 117-119).