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

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.

Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.

The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.

I am not in the giving vein today.