Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.
We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly.
We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.