Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.
Weigh the meaning and look not at the words.
The way to rise is to obey and please.
Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.