Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

On Rumor's Tongue Continual Slanders Ride.

Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; 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.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose. An Evil Soul Producing Holy Witness Is Like A Villain With A Smiling Cheek, A Goodly Apple Rotten At The Heart. O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.