Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces

Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.