So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.