With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.

Honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast.

Do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation.

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

Lord Bacon told Sir Edward Coke when he was boasting, The less you speak of your greatness, the more shall I think of it.