Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought.
Archers ever Have two strings to bow; and shall great Cupid (Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer?
Who hath no faith to man, to God hath none.
An ill weed grows apace.
Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.
Fortune, the great commandress of the world, Hath divers ways to advance her followers: To some she gives honor without deserving; To other some, deserving without honor; Some wit, some wealth,--and some, wit without wealth; Some wealth without wit; some nor wit nor wealth.