Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.

Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.

There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.