Brass shines as fair to the ignorant as gold to the goldsmiths.
Those who appear the most sanctified are the worst
I will have here but one mistress and no master.
[On Thomas Seymour's death:] This day died a man of much wit and very little judgment.
Where minds differ and opinions swerve there is scant a friend in that company.
The stone often recoils on the head of the thrower.