The cunning livery of hell.

So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.

See you now your bait of falsehood take this carp of truth; and thus do we of wisdom and of reach, with windlasses and with assays of bias, by indirections find directions out.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman!