To beguile the time, look like the time.
Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.
All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.
There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.