Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.

With affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.

How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.

And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats, none knew so well as I: for he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.

Clean your finger before you point at my spots.

Often a noble face hides filthy ways.