It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad

Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

O, had I but followed the arts!

Every why hath a wherefore.