Blueness doth express trueness.
It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.
Man and wife make one fool.
Good men but see death, the wicked taste it.
Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.
The covetous man never has money. The prodigal will have none shortly.