Tell troth and shame the devil.

Nothing is a courtesy unless it be meant us, and that friendly and lovingly. We owe no thanks to rivers that they carry our boats, or winds that they be favoring and fill our sails, or meats that they be nourishing; for these are what they are necessarily. Horses carry us, trees shade us; but they know it not.

And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.

Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads.

Indeed there's a woundy luck in names.

I have discovered that a famed familiarity in great ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less; for great and popular men feign themselves to be servants to others to make those slaves to them.

Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat.