And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe

Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises.

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

Be just, and fear not.

All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!