Now 'tis Spring, And Weeds Are Shallow-rooted;

Those That Are Good Manners At The Court Are As Ridiculous In The Country, As The Behavior Of The Country Is Most Mockable At The Court.

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

They Were Devils Incarnate.

Lechery, Lechery; Still, Wars And Lechery: Nothing Else Holds Fashion.