The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

T Is The Will That Makes The Action Good Or Ill.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.

Let Wealth Come In By Comely Thrift, And Not By Any Sordid Shift; 't Is Haste Makes Waste; Extremes Have Still Their Fault. Who Gripes Too Hard The Dry And Slipp'ry Sand, Holds None At All, Or Little, In His Hand.