For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?

These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.

Time Is The King Of Men.