And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
Love's best habit is a soothing tongue
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
The bitter clamor of two eager tongues.