Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne’er loved them.
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture tell them that God bids us do good for evil; and thus I clothe my naked villany with old odd ends stol’n forth of holy writ, and seem a saint when most I play the devil.
All hoods make not monks.
‘Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.