Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.