Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.
To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.
A woman's thought runs before her actions.
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Corruption wins not more than honesty.