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.

Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.

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

Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.

The man that is once hated, both his good and his evil deeds oppress him.

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.