Careful Words

reckoning (n.)

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,

Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled,

No reckoning made, but sent to my account

With all my imperfections on my head.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,—

The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.

John Gay (1688-1732): The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 9.

Truth is truth

To the end of reckoning.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1.

  Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.