Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . .
Let us, like merchants, show our foulest wares, And think perchance they'll sell; if not, The lustre of the better yet to show Shall show the better.
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.
Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.
she shall scant show well that now shows best.
Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.