Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise
To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.