When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.