Quotes About Virtue

Honesty is the best policy. If I lose mine honor, I lose myself.

Men of few words are the best men.

There is not one wise man in twenty that will praise himself.

Pity is the virture of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.

It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

There is no virtue like necessity.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;And vice sometime's by action dignified.

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shameWhen the compulsive ardor gives the charge,Since frost itself as actively doth burn,And reason panders will.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just,And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel,Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

The purest treasure mortal times affordIs spotless reputation.

Sir Toby: Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?Clown: Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.

O! he sits high in all the people's hearts:And that which would appear offense in us,His countenance, like richest alchemy,Will change to virtue and to worthiness.

O infinite virtue! com'st thou smiling fromThe world's great snare uncaught?

For in the fatness of these pursy timesVirtue itself of vice must pardon beg.

Have more than thou showest,Speak less than thou knowest,Lend less than thou owest.

She that was ever fair and never proud,Had tongue at will and yet was never loud.

As chaste as unsunn'd snow.

Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.

To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.

The chariest maid is prodigal enoughIf she unmask her beauty to the moon;Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes;The canker galls the infants of the springToo oft before their buttons be disclos'd,And in the morn and liquid dew of youthContagious blastments are most imminent.