Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery?
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
To be direct and honest is not safe.
Fall Greeks; fail fame; honour or go or stay; My major vow lies here, this I'll obey.
What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?