I Am Not In The Giving Vein

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

This Man, Lady, Hath Robb'd Many Beasts Of Their Particular Additions: He Is As Valiant As A Lion, Churlish As The Bear, Slow As The Elephant-a Man Into Whom Nature Hath So Crowded Humours That His Valour Is Crush'd Into Folly, His Folly Sauced With Discretion.

Against Ill Chances Men Are Ever Merry, But Heaviness Foreruns The Good Event.

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.

Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage Slip.