“What a fool honesty is.”
“Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?”
“There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.”
“So thou being rich in Will add to thy WillOne will of mine to make thy large Will more.Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;Think all but one, and me in that one, Will”
“Those that much covet are with gain so fond,For what they have not, that which they possessThey scatter and unloose it from their bond,And so, by hoping more, they have but less;Or, gaining more, the profit of excessIs but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.”
“Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.”