
The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness.
Longer Version:
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately— long love doth so.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame.
I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.
The blood of youth burns not with such excess as gravity's revolt to wantonness.
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.
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