She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.
Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.
An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.