Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.
He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.
Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.
The way to rise is to obey and please.
It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.
Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time's deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.