Love is begun by time and time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
For he was likely, had he been put on, to have proved most royally.
Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.
To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.