But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds {vows} disgraced them."
Viola: "Thy reason, man?"
Feste: "Troth {Truthfully}, sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.
Viola: "Thy reason, man?"
Feste: "Troth {Truthfully}, sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.
( William Shakespeare )
[ Twelfth Night ]
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