We were not born to sue, but to command.
What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.