Virtue, thou in rags, may challenge more than vice set off with all the trim of greatness.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
He is not valiant that dares lie; but he that boldly bears calamity.
He that doth public good for multitudes, finds few are truly grateful
Petitions, not sweetened with gold, are but unsavory and oft refused; or, if received, are pocketed, not read.
For any man to match above his rank is but to sell his liberty.