He threatens many that hath injured one.
Talking is the disease of age.
This is the very womb and bed of enormity.
O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!
I do honour the very flea of his dog.
Vice Is like a fury to the vicious mind, And turns delight itself to punishment.
Weigh the meaning and look not at the words.
And though thou hadst small Latin, and less Greek.
‘Tis the common disease of all your musicians that they know no mean, to be entreated, either to begin or end.
They that know no evil will suspect none.
Honor’s a good brooch to wear in a man’s hat at all times.
Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.
Apes are apes, though clothed in scarlet.
Let them call it mischief: When it is past and prospered t’will be virtue.
Ill fortune never crushed that man whom good fortune deceived not.