He was not born to shame.Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit.

No, I was not born under a rhyming planet.

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes.

He was not born to shame. Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For 'tis a throne where honor may be crowned Sole monarch of the universal earth.

O shame, where is thy blush?

Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest.