He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.

He That Wants Money, Means, And Content Is Without Three Good Friends.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding. Have I Not Tarried? Ay, The Grinding; But You Must Tarry The Bolting. Have I Not Tarried? Ay, The Bolting; But You Must Tarry The Leavening. Still Have I Tarried. Ay, To The Leavening; But Here's Yet In The Word 'hereafter' The Kneading, The Making Of The Cake, The Heating Of The Oven, And The Baking; Nay, You Must Stay The Cooling Too, Or You May Chance To Burn Your Lips.