How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
Men judge by the complexion of the sky The state and inclination of the day.
If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.