Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.
Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.
By God, I cannot flatter, I do defy The tongues of soothers! but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself. Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.
Ready to go but never to return.