Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay
It useth an enforced ceremony.
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Ever note, Lucilius,
When love begins to sicken and decay
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and like deceitful jades
Sink in the trial.

And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
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And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?

Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
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Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown;
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.

What infinite heart's-ease
Must kings neglect that private men enjoy!
And what have kings that privates have read more

What infinite heart's-ease
Must kings neglect that private men enjoy!
And what have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?

O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
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O Ceremony, show me but thy worth?
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?