His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.
I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.