Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!
I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.
Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.
Men in rage strike those that wish them best.
If I for my opinion bleed, opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, and keep me on the side where still I am.
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!