Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.
All's well if all ends well.
Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.