Let life be short, else shame will be too long.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.