That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.