Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.

Why Should Honor Outlive Honestly? Orthello

It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever Cured, To Think Their Dolour Others Have Endured.

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.