Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.