- If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
-If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then to me.
-A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, we bid be quiet when we hear it cry, but we were burdened with like weight of pain, as much or more we should ourselfs complain.
-Our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.
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