O call not me to justify the wrong, That thy unkindness lays upon my heart, Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue, Use power with power, and slay me not by art.

But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.

If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.

He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean