And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

Self-love is the most inhibited sin in the canon.

All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold Had you been as wise as bold, Your in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been in'scroll'd Fare you well: your suit is cold.' Cold, indeed, and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat and welcome, frost!

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.