O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables, — meet it is I set it down,   115
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark:  [Writing.
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;

“Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.”

“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.”

“a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief”

“This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong:To love that well which …”