Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

And Be These Juggling Friends No More Believ'd, That Palter With Us In A Double Sense; That Keep The Word Of Promise To Our Ear And Break It To Our Hope.

Fools Are As Like Husbands As Pilchards Are To Herrings, The Husband's The Bigger.

I Were Better To Be Eaten To Death With A Rust Than To Be Scoured To Nothing With Perpetual Motion.