Boasting, Like Gilded Armour, Is Very Different

I Threw My Cup Away When I Saw A Child Drinking From His Hands At The Trough.

If Your Cloak Was A Gift, I Appreciate It; If It Was A Loan, I'm Not Through With It Yet.

Perdiccas Threatened To Put Him To Death Unless He Came To Him, "that's Nothing Wonderful," Diogenes Said, "for A Beetle Or A Tarantula Would Do The Same."

To Arrive At Perfection, A Man Should Have Very Sincere Friends Or Inveterate Enemies; Because He Would Be Made Sensible Of His Good Or Ill Conduct, Either By The Censures Of The One Or The Admonitions Of The Other.

Lust Is A Strong Tower Of Mischief, And Hath In It Many Defenders, As Neediness, Anger, Paleness, Discord, Love, And Longing.