Men Should Be What They Seem.

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

For What Is Wedlock Forced But A Hell, An Age Of Discord And Continual Strife? Whereas The Contrary Bringeth Bliss, And Is A Pattern Of Celestial Peace.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!