Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment

Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.

I have betrayed myself with my own tongue; The case is altered

Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

Sweet meat must have sour sauce.