He that is thy friend indeed, he will help you in your need.
So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.
I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.