Betrayal and Disappointment

O! the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us.

That sir which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou show’st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster.

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is To have a thankless child!

She was as false as water.

False as dicers’ oaths.

To the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables—meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark.

O my prophetic soul! My uncle!

All is not well; I doubt some foul play.

I am falser than vows made in wine.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

See what a rent the envious Casca made.

Et tu, Brute?

Done to death by slanderous tongues.

O! what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent.

Trust none; For oaths are straws, men’s faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck.

A habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

Here are a few of the unpleasant’st words That ever blotted paper.

My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats! Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter! A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, stol’n from me by my daughter!