God wisheth none should wreck on a strange shelf: To him man's dearer than to himself.

I do honor the very flea of his dog.

We are persons of quality, I assure you, and women of fashion, and come to see and to be seen.

Poets are far rarer birds than kings.

The burnt child dreads the fire.

True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.

Reader look, not on his picture but his book.