False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.
New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.
And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.
The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.