Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.

Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.