The tongue talkes at the heads cost.
We must love, as looking one day to hate.
Hee that lives ill, feare followes him.
Science stands, a too competant servant, behind her wrangling underbred masters, holding out resources, devices, and remedies they are too stupid to use. ... And on its material side, a modern Utopia must needs present these gifts as taken.
In cloths cheap handsomeness, doth bear the bell.
Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.