My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every read more

My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

But why pursue the common tale?
Or wherefore show how knights prevail,
When ladies dare to hear?

But why pursue the common tale?
Or wherefore show how knights prevail,
When ladies dare to hear?

Wind puffs up empty bladders; opinion, fools.

Wind puffs up empty bladders; opinion, fools.

Even when the wound is healed the scar remains.

Even when the wound is healed the scar remains.

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]

Penny wise, pound foolish.

Penny wise, pound foolish.

Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.

Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.

Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.

Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.