What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?

What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

Little wealth, little care.

Little wealth, little care.

And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
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And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

Shee spins well that breedes her children.

Shee spins well that breedes her children.

Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.

Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.

Peace is obtained by war.

Peace is obtained by war.

Men who ape the saint and play the sinner.

Men who ape the saint and play the sinner.