When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat yet, fool'd by hope, men favour the deceit

When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat. Yet, fooled by hope, men favour the deceit; trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: to-morrow's falser than the former day.

But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice.

Self deceit is the best known last hope.

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me

It is vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving, wherein men find pleasure to be deceived.