No legacy is so rich as honesty.

The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

True hope is swift and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

With devotions visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!