Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

On Rumor's Tongue Continual Slanders Ride.

How Long A Time Lies In One Little Word?

Doubting Things Go Ill Often Hurts More Than To Be Sure They Do; For Certainties Either Are Past Remedies, Or, Timely Knowing, The Remedy Then Born.

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.