William Shakespeare (1564–1616)

TO be furious

Is to be frighted out of fear; and, in that mood,

The dove will peck the ostrich; and I see still

A diminution in our captain’s brain

Restores his heart. When valor preys on reason,

It eats the sword it fights with.

Enobarbus.—Mine honesty and I begin to square

The loyalty, well held to fools, does make

Our faith mere folly;
Yet, he that can endure

To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,

Does conquer him that did his master conquer,

And earns a place in the story.