The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

Foul whisperings are abroad

If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.

Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.

Talking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

Falsehood falsehood cures