He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.
Poets are far rarer birds than kings.
What excellent fools religion makes of men.
Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.
Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.