Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.

Barnes are blessings.

Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.