Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On

For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lillies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

He That Dies Pays All Debts.

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

To Be In Love- Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans, Coy Looks With Heart-sore Sighs, One Fading Moment's Mirth With Twenty Watchful, Weary, Tedious Nights; If Haply Won, Perhaps A Hapless Gain; If Lost, Why Then A Grievous Labour Won; However, But A Folly Bought With Wit, Or Else A Wit By Folly Vanquished.

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.