The worm is not to be trusted.
The soul of this man is his clothes.
I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.
Nature does require her times of preservation.
A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.
There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.