Let the end try the man.
Making night hideous.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.