How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.
The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.