The covetous man never has money. The prodigal will have none shortly.
I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.
How near to good is what is fair!
He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.
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.