Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none!.

Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.