When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lustLike diamonds we are cut with our own dust
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
What! because we are poor Shall we be vicious?
'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.
Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.
For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.
Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.