To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.

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.

Faint heart never won fair maid.

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.

Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.