Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
A right judgment draws us a profit from all things we see .
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.
Make not your thoughts your prisons.
Thou call'st me dog before thou hadst a cause, But since I am a dog, beware my fangs.