The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.

A Knavish Speech Sleeps In A Fool's Ear.