No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Every man plays the fool once in his live, but to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.
Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand