How well he's read, to reason against reading!
The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass That every braggart will be found an ass.