Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.

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

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear