You are an alchemist$$$ make gold of that.
The moon's an arrant thief$$$
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.
What beast couldst thou be that were not subject to a beast? And what a beast art thou already$$$ that see’st not thy loss in transformation!
Who seeks for better of thee$$$ sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison!
Strange$$$ unusual blood$$$
When man’s worst sin is he does too much good!
We have seen better days.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Every man has his fault$$$ and honesty is his.
Their blood is caked$$$ ‘tis cold$$$ it selfdom flows:
'Tis lack of kindly warmth they are not kind.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.