Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.

Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.