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

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.

All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.

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

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

Cowardly dogs bark loudest.