We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.