Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another: You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp, And Nick-name God's Creatures, And Make Your Wantonness Your Ignorance. Go To, I'll No More On't; It Hath Made Me Mad.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?