Truth is man's proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
He threatens many that hath injured one.
Your highest female grace is silence.
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.
Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.
Now we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.