Ah Franion, treason is loved of many, but the traitor hated of all: unjust offences may for a time escape without danger, but never without revenge. Pandosto (1588)
Love is a lock that linketh noble minds,Faith is the key that shuts the spring of love. Alcida (1617)
Two moving hillsWhich, topp'd with pretty teats, discover down a valeWherein the God of Love may deign to sleep. Morando (1587)
O sir! I love the fruit that treason brings,But those that are the traitors, them I hate. Selimus (1594)