Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.

Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.

Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.

Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.

...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.