A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe
They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Desperate times breed desperate measures