Truth hath a quiet breast.
Let no such man be trusted.
Educated men are so impressive.
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.