So may the outward shows be least themselves:The world is still deceived with ornament.
Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
she shall scant show well that now shows best.
Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.
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.
Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . .
I like your silence, it the more shows off your wonder.