Beauty lives with kindness.
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.
Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you
A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.
Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.