Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.