“We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us.”
“This is just the sort of nonsense up with which I will not put.”
“Pedantry. The delight in living. Brio. The chance to act, to mime, to mock, to mimic.”
“I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.”
“The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.”