Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.

I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!