One that lies three thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard and thrice beaten.

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though know she lies

Sweet are the uses of adversity.

One good deed dying tongueless slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.

If this invisible germ of life in the grain of wheat can thus pass unimpaired through three thousand resurrections, I shall not doubt that my soul has power to clothe itself with a body suited to its new existence when this earthly frame has crumbled into dust.

No mask like open truth to cover lies,As to go naked is the best disguise.