O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
Better a snotty child, then his nose wip'd off.
The groundsell speakes not save what it heard at the hinges.
Lawyers houses are built on the heads of fooles.
Vertue flies from the heart of a Mercenary man.
Castles are Forrests of stones.