His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.
If the masses can love without knowing why, they also hate without much foundation.
You may my Glories and my State depose, But not my Griefes; still am I King of those.
Twas a clever quibble. Here, a garment for it.
I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing.