William Shakespeare
I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er
More is thy due than more all
can pay
Those he commands move only in command, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe
Upon a dwarfish thief
There 's daggers in men's smiles
To show an unfelt sorrow is an office
Which the false man does easy