Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.
A man should be what he seems.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.