Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven

Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet--nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.

Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbour's faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.