Why Should Honor Outlive Honestly? Orthello

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

When The Sun Shines Let Foolish Gnats Make Sport, But Creep In Crannies When He Hides His Beams.

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.