Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O that estates, degrees, and offices Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honour Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark
Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.
What a fool honesty is.