No Man Means Evil But The Devil,

'tis Pride That Pulls The Country Down.

Be Advised; Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself: We May Outrun, By Violent Swiftness, That Which We Run At, And Lose By Over-running. Know You Not, The Fire That Mounts The Liquor Til Run O'er, In Seeming To Augment It Wastes It?

There Is Flattery In Friendship.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.