Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time's deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.
Calumnies are answered best with silence.
Soul of the age! The applause! delight! The wonder of our stage!
I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.
Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.