Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
By Heaven, I love thee better than myself
For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.