That is the bitterness of a gift, that it deprives us of our liberty.
He that fears not the future may enjoy the present.
Plain dealing is a jewel, but they that wear it are out of fashion.
Tis wisdom sometimes to seem a fool.
Every man hath a fool in his sleeve.
Roughness may turn one’s humour, but flattery one’s stomach.
Flattery sits in the parlour when plain dealing is lucked out of doors.
He that fears you present will hate you absent.
Those see nothing but faults that seek for nothing else.
The present fashion is always handsome.
