The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
I believe that man to be wretched whom none can please.
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philaenis, sins against nature.