Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
Guilt's a terrible thing.
Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment
Weigh the meaning and look not at the words.
Art hath an enemy called ignorance
He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.
All concord's born of contraries.