Policy Sits Above Conscience.

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.