But I Will Wear My Heart Upon

Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

This Fellow Is Wise Enough To Play The Fool; And To Do That Well Craves A Kind Of Wit: He Must Observe Their Mood On Whom He Jests, The Quality Of Persons, And The Time, And, Like The Haggard, Check At Every Feather That Comes Before His Eye. This Is A Practise As Full Of Labour As A Wise Man's Art For Folly That He Wisely Shows Is Fit; But Wise Men, Folly-fall'n, Quite Taint Their Wit.

I Like Not Fair Terms And A Villain's Mind.

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

False Face Must Hide What The False Heart Doth Know.