There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be

Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?

Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

Now Get You To My Lady's Chamber, And Tell Her, Let Her Paint An Inch Thick, To This Favour She Must Come; Make Her Laugh At That.