Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

Appetite, a universal wolf.

Women's weapons, water-drops.