O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
If our virtues did not go forth of us, it were all alike as if we had them not.
If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.