Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Is she not passing fair?

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.