Borne by the trustless wings of false desire.

“Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.”

“No, my good lord, banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins, but for sweet Jac…”

“I will do anything ... ere I'll be married to a sponge.”

“To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief …”