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.

More can I bear than you dare execute.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

Lend less than you owe.

There's small choice in rotten apples.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.