He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.

I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed.

Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.

If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.