Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.

Cowardly dogs bark loudest.

That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.

Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.

Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.

I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.