Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.

Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary

Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.

There is no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown.

Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.