A politician is the devil’s quilted anvil; he fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard. — John Webster
Integrity of life is fame’s best friend, which nobly, beyond death, shall crown in the end. — John Webster
Though lust do masque in ne’er so strange disguise she’s oft found witty, but is never wise. — John Webster
When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons. — John Webster
That friend a great man’s ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects. — John Webster
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust. — John Webster