Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile,
And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart,
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face for all occasions

“It is not nor it cannot come to good.”

“Not marble nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rhym…”

“Look here upon this picture, and on this...”

“Mark it, nuncle.Have more than thou showest,Speak less than thou knowest,Lend l…”