Let the end try the man.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I ha' lost my reputation, I ha' lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial!

Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.