Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.
I was adored once too.
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.