For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.
And it is very much lamented,... That you have no such mirrors as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye That you might see your shadow.