Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

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

We are merely the stars tennis-balls, struck and bandied which way please them.

Men often are valued high, when they are most wretched.

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

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.

Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.

'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.

Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.

For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.

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

In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.

Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.

When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.

Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.

Fortune's a right whore. If she give ought, she deals it in small parcels, that she may take away all at one swoop.

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

A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.

All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

We think caged birds sing when indeed they cry.

Integrity of life is fames best friend which nobly beyond death shall crown in the end.

Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.

Whether we fall by ambition blood or lust like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.

Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows daws and starlings that flock together.

Man may his fate foresee but not prevent ... Tis better to be fortunate than wise.

We are only falsehood, duplicity, contradiction; we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.

What I am looking for is a blessing not in disguise.

I write about real people in disguise. If anything, my characters are toned down-the truth is much more bizarre.

Too much free time is certainly a monkey's paw in disguise. Most people can't handle a structureless life.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

And that's just what I'm saying. I would never want to be like certain people, who change the way they dress, go out in disguise, wear a big floppy hat and dark shades. I would hate that.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

The president's poking fun at himself over what goes down. I thought it was a good-natured performance. It made him look good. But he certainly doesn't disguise the record on weapons of mass destruction. And you feel like saying to people, Just get over it.

There are people hell-bent on the idea that we're a Christian band in disguise, and that we have some secret message. We have no spiritual affiliation with this music. It's simply about life experience.

I beg of you... never assume an inner or an outer pose, never a disguise.

They've gone to great length to disguise the fact that I'm not in the band, even sending out a photo to promoters with my picture in it which then winds up in some of the ads on the flyers.

Sometimes failure isn't an opportunity in disguise, it's just you.

There are some legitimate security issues, but I believe many of the objections the administration is making are not for security reasons, but to disguise mistakes that were made prior to Sept. 11.

Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.

Each one of them is Jesus in disguise.

I am at war... with the principal personage of traditional philosophy, that abstract subject who masquerades as everyone and anyone, but is really a male subject in disguise.

The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise.

Naked is the best disguise.

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

Our deeds disguise us. People need endless time to try on their deeds, until each knows the proper deeds for him to do. But every day, every hour, rushes by. There is no time.

Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

There are others who aim at popularity under the disguise of patriotism.