So quick bright things come to confusion.
You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Good things should be praised.