If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.
You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
Opinion crowns with an imperial voice.