Good Men But See Death, The Wicked

Follow A Shadow, It Still Flies You, Seem To Fly, It Will Pursue: So Court A Mistress, She Denies You; Let Her Alone, She Will Court You. Say Are Not Women Truly, Then, Styled But The Shadows Of Us Men?

I Glory, More In The Cunning Purchase Of My Wealth Than In The Glad Possession.

Prevent Your Day At Morning.

Great Honours Are Great Burdens, But On Whom They Are Cast With Envy, He Doth Bear Two Loads.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.