Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions
Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
O villains, vipers, dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!
We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villians by compulsion.