The Grave Is Sooner Cloy'd Than Men's

If You Desire To Be Magnanimous, Undertake Nothing Rashly, And Fear Nothing Thou Undertakest; Fear Nothing But Infamy; Dare Anything But Injury; The Measure Of Magnanimity Is Neither To Be Rash Nor Timorous.

Toyish Airs Please Trivial Ears.

Obedience To Truth Known, Is The King's Highway To That Which Is Still Beyond Us.

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.

Luxury Is An Enticing Pleasure, A Bastard Mirth, Which Hath Honey In Her Mouth, Gall In Her Heart, And A Sting In Her Tail.