Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man: today he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening - nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

Educated men are so impressive.

For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know.