Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time. Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue.

Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.