He was bitter about the whole thing, but he wasn't crying in his beer.

They always remained separate states and were never synoikised.

Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner / transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the / force of honesty can translate beauty into his / likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the / time gives it proof.

[T]his villanous Poetry vvill vndoe you, by the VVelkin.