Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.
love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit
How low am I, thou painted maypole?
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.