No decking sets forth anything so much as affection.
How violently do rumors blow the sails of popular judgments! How few there be that can discern between truth and truth-likeness, between shows and substance!
Every base occupation makes one sharp in its practice, and dull in every other.
Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.
Gold can gild a rotten stick, and dirt sully an ingot.
Self-love is better than any gilding to make that seem gorgeous wherein ourselves be parties.