There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do Not Go Forth To-day.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse, As Patches Set Upon A Little Breach, Discredit More In Hiding Of The Fault Than Did The Fault Before It Was So Patch'd.