Truth is man's proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.

He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.

How Fortune piles her sports when she begins to practise them!

Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the felon where his treasure lies?

I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.

It is the highest of earthly honors to be descended from the great and good. They alone cry out against a noble ancestry who have none of their own.

Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.