A light heart lives long.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.