The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
So fair and foul a day i had not seen.
Nothing can seem foul to those who win.
Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.
Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.