The kiss you take, is paid by that you give

Cowards in scarlet pass for men of war.

Mankind, from Adam, have been women's fools; Women, from Eve, have been the devil's tools: Heaven might have spar'd one torment when we fell; Not left us woman, or not threatened hell.

['T]is the talk, and not the intrigue, that's the crime.

Happy the man, of mortals happiest he, Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free; Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears torment, But lives at peace, within himself content; In thought, or act, accountable to none But to himself, and to …

Whoe'er thou art, thy Lord and master see, Thou wast my Slave, thou art, or thou shalt be.

A villain, when he seems most kind, Is most to be suspected.