The Younger Brother Hath The More Wit.

That Which Is Evil Is Soon Learned.

A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

Diseases Are The Tax On Pleasures.

Ndustry Is Fortune's Right Hand, And Frugality Her Left.

Little Children, Little Sorrows; Big Children, Big Sorrows.