O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

How Quickly Nature Falls Into Revolt When Gold Becomes Her Object! For This The Foolish Over-careful Fathers Have Broke Their Sleep With Thoughts, Their Brains With Care, Their Bones With Industry.

What, All So Soon Asleep! I Wish Mine Eyes Would, With Themselves, Shut Up My Thoughts.

The Robbed That Smiles, Steals Something From The Thief.

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.