Who is so firm that can't be seduced?

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.

But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

I am sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark.