Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.
Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.