'Tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems

I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.

The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre
Observe degree, priority and place.

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told

Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.