Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
Past all shame, so past all truth.
I will keep where there is wit stirring, and leave the faction of fools.
it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance
Verily, I swear, it is better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perked up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.
They love least that let men know their loves.