Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience.

“Put on what weary negligence you please,You and your fellows; I'll have it come…”

“But shall we wear these glories for a day?Or shall they last, and we rejoice in…”

“Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me …”

“This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida:If beauty have a soul, this is not she;…”