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Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All. Plate Sin With Gold And The Strong Lance Of Justice Hurtless Breaks. Arm It In Rags, A Pigmy's Straw Does Pierce It.

Love Is Merely A Madness.

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

I See A Woman May Be Made A Fool, If She Had Not A Spirit To Resist.

Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be Measured By His Worth, For Then It Hath No End.