O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!