Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
How many ills spring from adultery? First the supreme law that is violated, Nobility oft stain'd with bastardy, Inheritance of land falsely possessed, The husband scorn'd, wife sham'd, and babes unbless'd.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.
Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.