Confess And Be Hanged.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike

Virginity, Albeit Some Highly Prize It, Compared With Marriage, Had You Tried Them Both, Differs As Much As Wine And Water Doth.

Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most Weep In Hell.

Excess Of Wealth Is Cause Of Covetousness.