Your highest female grace is silence.

Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free, Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

Greatness of name in the father oftentimes overwhelms the son; they stand too near one another. The shadow kills the growth.

No glass renders a man's form or likeness so true as his speech.

Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

The way to rise is to obey and please.

Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the felon where his treasure lies?

It profits not me to have any man fence or fight for me, to flourish or take a side. Stand for truth and 'tis enough.

Truth is man's proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.

It is less dishonour to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly. The ears are excused: the understanding is not.