The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

They that touch pitch will be defiled.

Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.

What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say