The tempter or the tempted, who sins most? Ha! Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is I That, lying by the violet in the sun, Do as the carrion does, not as the flower, Corrupt with virtuous season.
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
Grief best is pleased with grief's society.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.