Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

'Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.

Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.

Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.