For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.

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

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

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

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

Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!