Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous place!

“Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom,It…”

“Master, go on, and I will follow theeTo the last gasp with truth and loyalty.”

“Look thee, 'tis so! Thou singly honest man,Here, take: the gods out of my miser…”

“Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!The wind sits in the shoulder of y…”