He That Is Respectless In His Courses

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

Success Hath Made Me Wanton.

Follow A Shadow, It Still Flies You, Seem To Fly, It Will Pursue: So Court A Mistress, She Denies You; Let Her Alone, She Will Court You. Say Are Not Women Truly, Then, Styled But The Shadows Of Us Men?

A Good Dog Deserves A Good Bone.