His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.

As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).

For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

A man should be what he seems.

Weed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.

And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.