Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Give me my robe, put on my crown
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.