The seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest.

I am not merry, but I do beguileThat thing I am by seeming otherwise.

If I thought he'd been valiant and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him.

So we grew together,Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,But yet an union in partition.

Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects, and discovering other people's weaknesses.

Cunning grows in deceit at seeing itself discovered, and tries to deceive with truth itself.