O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.

A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .

Speak me fair in death.