Women's weapons, water-drops.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
What a fool honesty is.
We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.
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!