Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.
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.
