Sir Henry Wottonwas an English author, diplomat and politician who sat in the House of Commons in 1614 and 1625. He is often quoted as saying, "An ambassador is an honest gentleman sent to lie abroad for the good of his country."... (wikipedia)
An ambassador is an honest man sent abroad to lie and intrigue for the benefit of his country.
Tell the truth so as to puzzle and confound your adversaries.
Well building hat three conditions. Commodity, firmness, and delight.
Where strained, sardonic smiles are glozing still, And grief is forced to laugh against her will.
Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all
He first deceased, She for a little, tried; To live without him, Liked it not, and died
Broadway is a place where people spend money they haven't earned to buy things they don't need to impress people they don't like
Tell the truth, and so puzzle and confound your adversaries
An Ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.
An ambassador is a man of virtue sent to lie abroad for his country; a news-writer is a man without virtue who lies at home for himself
How happy is he born and taught; that serves not another's will, whose armor is his honest thought and truth, his utmost skill.
An ambassador is an honest man sent abroad to lie for his country.
You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies, What are you when the sun shall rise? This was printed with music as early as 1624, in East's Sixth Set of Books, and is found in many manuscripts.
Ambassadors are honest men sent abroad to lie for their countries.
You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own — What are you when the rose is blown?
I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff, at my best value.
An Ambassadore is a man of virtue sent to lie abroad for his country, a news writer is a man of no virtue who lies at home for himself.
The itch of disputation will prove the scab of the Church.
Love lodged in a woman's breast is but a guest.
Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to send, And entertains the harmless day With a well-chosen book or friend.
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.
Take heed of thinking. The farther you go from the church of Rome, the nearer you are to God.
By weaker accents, what's your praise When Philomel her voice doth raise?
In architecture as in all other operative arts, the end must direct the operation. The end is to build well. Well building has three conditions: Commodity, Firmness and Delight.
Virtue is the roughest way, but proves at night a bed of down.