Nothing Is So Common As The Wish

And It Is Very Much Lamented,... That You Have No Such Mirrors As Will Turn Your Hidden Worthiness Into Your Eye That You Might See Your Shadow.

If The Skin Were Parchment And The Blows You Gave Were Ink, Your Own Handwriting Would Tell You What I Think.

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven