That Which Sufficeth Is Not Little.

He That Hath Time And Looks For Better Time, Time Comes That He Repents Himself Of Time.

He That Speakes Sowes, And He That Holds His Peace, Gathers.

Whether Shall The Oxe Goe, Where He Shall Not Labour?

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Envy Not Greatness: For Thou Mak'st Thereby Thyself The Worse, And So The Distance Greater.