I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness, And show of love, as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Shakespeare.Julius Cæsar, Act I. Scene 2. (Cassius to Brutus.)
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the sore When you should bring the plaster. Shakespeare.The Tempest, Act II. Scene 1. (Gonzalo to Sebastian.)
The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observd of all observers! Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act III. Scene 1. (Ophelia, after her interview with him.)