Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution
Well, honor is the subject of my story.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
The leopard does not change his spots.
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.