We do not keep the outward form of order where there is deep disorder in the mind.
For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash 75By any indirection.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Life is but a dream, within a dream.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!