Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.
For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.