Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.

An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.

I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.

As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.

Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.

Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.

Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.