Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Enriches Him And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.

Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All Buttocks.