All that glitters is not gold.

These cardinals trifle with me; I abhor; This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.

You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.

By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.

Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.

Greatness knows itself.

Kindness nobler ever than revenge.