Cale

“Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!”
― William Shakespeare, King Lear

“No, take more! What may be sworn by, both divine and human, Seal what I end withal! This double worship, Where [one] part does disdain with cause, the other Insult without all reason; where gentry, title, wisdom, Cannot conclude but by the yea and no Of general ignorance— it must omit Real necessities, and give way the while To unstable slightness. Purpose so barr’d, it follows Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore beseech you— You that will be less fearful than discreet; That love the fundamental part of state More than you doubt the change on’t; that prefer A noble life before a long, and wish To jump a body with a dangerous physic That’s sure of death without it— at once pluck out The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonor Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become’t; Not having the power to do the good it would, For th’ ill which doth control’t.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“For new made honor doth forget men's names.”
― William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

“And now about the cauldron sing
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth