A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.