Wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Now I will believe that there are unicorns.
Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.
There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.