Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be,

So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

Beauty Is But A Vain And Doubtful Good; A Shining Gloss That Fadeth Suddenly; A Flower That Dies When It Begins To Bud; A Doubtful Good, A Gloss, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour.

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

The Small Amount Of Foolery Wise Men Have Makes A Great Show.