The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.
Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.
Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.
Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?