Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth.

Now Get You To My Lady's Chamber, And Tell Her, Let Her Paint An Inch Thick, To This Favour She Must Come; Make Her Laugh At That.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.