A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
My stars shine darkly over me
Don't judge a man's conscience by looking at his face cause he may have a bad heart.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.