There's nothing sooner dry than women's tears.

When a man's mind rides faster than his horse can gallop they quickly both tire.

Integrity of life is fame's best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.

Oft gay and honoured robes those tortures try:
We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.

That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.