One man in his time plays many parts.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.
Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?