Category: Bitter

  • September 25

    September 25

    Anger’s my meat: I sup upon myself,
    And so shall starve with feeding.

  • September 22

    September 22

    The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
    Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
    Than is my deed to my most painted word

  • September 18

    September 18

    Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

  • September 17

    September 17

    Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
    For villany is not without such rheum;
    And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
    Like rivers of remorse and innocency.

  • September 8

    September 8

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

  • September 4

    September 4

    Marry, his kisses are Judas’s own children.

  • September 1

    September 1

    Few love to hear the sins they love to act…
    Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
    He’s more secure to keep it shut than shown.