And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence

Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.