Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

Ambition, the soldier's virtue.

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.