Men's vows are women's traitors
Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.
Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess
My only love sprung from my only hate.
And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.