So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue That, his apparent open guilt omitted-- I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife-- He lived from all attainder of suspects.

Let me be cruel, not unnatural; I will speak daggers to her, but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites: How in my words somever she be shent, To give them seals never, my soul, consent!

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!

We are oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.

O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?

Away, and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth khow.