And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
He is not great who is not greatly good.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
I do desire we may be better strangers.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.