When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Give me to drink mandragora.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.