Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

It Is A Shame For The Tongue To Cast Itself Upon The Uncertain Pardon Of Other's Ears

Nothing Doth So Fool A Man As Extreme Passion. This Doth Make Them Fools Which Otherwise Are Not, And Show Them To Be Fools Which Are So.

Revenge Commonly Hurts Both The Offerer And Sufferer; As We See In A Foolish Bee, Which In Her Anger Invenometh The Flesh And Loseth Her Sting, And So Lives A Drone Ever After.

That Which The French Proverb Hath Of Sickness Is True Of All Evils, That They Come On Horseback, And Go Away On Foot; We Have Often Seen A Sudden Fall Or One Meal's Surfeit Hath Stuck By Many To Their Graves; Whereas Pleasures Come Like Oxen, Slow, And Heavily, And Go Away Like Post-horses, Upon The Spur.

Earthly Greatness Is A Nice Thing, And Requires So Much Chariness In The Managing, As The Contentment Of It Cannot Requite.