I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing; it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing, shame -faced spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills one full of obstacles; it made me once restore a purse of gold that by chance I found; it beggars any man that keeps it; it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.

There is a time in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

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

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.

Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.