. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.

Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

The king's name is a tower of strength.