False Face Must Hide What The False

Some Innocents 'scape Not The Thunderbolt.

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

A Lion Among Ladies Is A Most Dreadful Thing.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.