Alas, How Love Can Trifle

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

Love Comforteth Like Sunshine After Rain, But Lust's Effect Is Tempest After Sun; Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain, Lust's Winter Comes Ere Summer Half Be Done; Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies.

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.