Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.
Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.