‘Tis too much proved, that with devotion’s visage and pious action we do sugar o’er the devil himself.
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks: arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw does pierce it.
I like not fair terms and a villain’s mind.
To speak on the part of virginity is to accuse your mothers, which is most infallible disobedience.
There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
O, what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
O, fie, fie, fie! Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites.
Get a prayer book in your hand and stand betwixt two churchmen.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
