Sin is the mother, and shame the daughter of lewdness.
If you neglect your work, you will dislike it; if you do it well, you will enjoy it
Laughter almost ever cometh of things most disproportioned to ourselves and nature: delight hath a joy in it either permanent or present; laughter hath only a scornful tickling.
Liking is not always the child of beauty; but whatsoever is liked, to the liker is beautiful.
Cupid makes it his sport to pull the warrior's plum.
In shame there is no comfort but to be beyond all bounds of shame.