Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.

My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".