There is a world elsewhere.

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

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

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.