What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say.
If you will not lend me the money, how can I pay you?
No book was ever written down by any but itself.
I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.
Some natures are too good to be spoiled by praise.
I am the owner of the sphere, Of the seven stars and the solar year, of Caesar's hand, and Plato's brain, Of Lord Christ's heart, and Shakespeare's strain.