My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.

We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.