I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Before, I loved thee as a brother, John, But now, I do respect thee as my soul.

A fusty nut with no kernel.