Falsehood falsehood cures

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!

This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o-erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.

We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.