All The Wise World Is Little Else,

I Now Think, Love Is Rather Deaf, Than Blind, For Else It Could Not Be, That She, Whom I Adore So Much, Should So Slight Me, And Cast My Love Behind.

The Covetous Man Never Has Money. The Prodigal Will Have None Shortly.

Nothing Is More Short-lived Than Pride.

True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect Fine Wit.

All Concord's Born Of Contraries.