We are much beholden to Machiavel and others, that write what men do, and not what they ought to do.

What is truth? said jesting Pilate; and would not stay for an answer.

What then remains but that we still should cry For being born, and, being born, to die?

What then remains, but that we still should cry,

What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that everyone from whence they came, Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolv’d to live a fool, the rest Of his dull life.

When a traveler returned home, let him not leave the countries where he hath travelled altogether behind him.

Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns on water, or but writes in dust.