The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
Men should be what they seem.
Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.
For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end