The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.
The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.
Love will not be spurred to what it loathes