Patches, set upon a little breach, Discredit more, in hiding of the fault, Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst. Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage. Pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision. Pride hath no other glass To shew itself, but pride. Perseverance Keeps honour bright; to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Pity is the virtue of the law, And none but tyrants use it cruelly. Pitchers have ears. Plenty, and peace, breeds cowards; hardness ever Of hardiness is mother. Proper deformity seems not in the fiend So horrid as in woman. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it. Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; |