You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear:

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.

Trust Not Your Daughter's Minds By What You See Them Act.

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.