It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut.
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.
Jesters do oft prove prophets.
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.