Robes and furr’d 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.
When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest.
Winter’s not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.
Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
There she shook the holy water from her heavenly eyes, and clamour moisten’d.
Nothing can come of nothing.
Necessity’s sharp pinch!
Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.
We are not ourselves when nature, being oppress’d, commands the mind to suffer with the body.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
