Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.

At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.

I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.