She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.

There's many a man has more hair than wit.

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth, But, being moody, give him time and scope, Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, Confound themselves with working.

They were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.

I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.