See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!

And Therefore Is Love Said To Be A Child, Because In Choice He Is So Oft Beguil'd

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

When He Is Best, He Is A Little Worse Than A Man; And When He Is Worst, He Is Little Better Than A Beast.