Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.

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

Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.

See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.

Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.

I am Duchess of Malfi still.