What a fool honesty is.

“These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triump die, like fire and …”

“On the bat’s back I do flyAfter summer merrily.”

“Dame los puñales; los que duermen y los muertos no son sino sombras; únicamente…”

“Kneel not, gentle Portia.Portia: I should need not, if you were gentle Brutus. …”