yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. (Matthew 6:29)

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. (Shakespeare)

Faust. If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.

Prin. Ile be no longer guiltie of this sinne. This sanguine Coward, this Bed-presser, this Hors-back-breaker, this huge Hill of Flesh

(Shakespeare, Henry IV, 1595)

He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. (Henry IV, Shakespeare)