"Such smiling rogues as these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain Which are too intrinse..."

“Such smiling rogues as these,
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain
Which are too intrinse t’ unloose; smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel;
Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing nought, like dogs, but following.”

- Kent (King Lear, Act II scene ii)

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