Who is here so vile that will not love his country?

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.

For grief is crowned with consolation.

Heaven give you many, many merry days.

And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire, The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmasks her beauty to the moon.

Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.