Fair words never hurt the tongue.
Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
We inherit nothing truly, but what our actions make us worthy of.
Each natural agent works but to this end,- To render that it works on like itself.
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.