Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse, As Patches Set Upon A Little Breach, Discredit More In Hiding Of The Fault Than Did The Fault Before It Was So Patch'd.

O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.