Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

“My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;I doubt some foul play: would the n…”

“Where the bee sucks, there suck IIn the cow-slip's bell i lieThere I couch when…”

“Art thou afeardTo be the same in thine own act and valourAs thou art in desire?…”

“For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.”