‘Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support him after.
We have seen better days.
The painting is almost the natural man: For since dishonour traffics with man’s nature, he is but outside; these pencill’d figures are even such as they give out.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Like madness is the glory of this life, as this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o’ the flatterer.