Too Much Taking Heede Is Losse. [too

When Children Stand Quiet, They Have Done Some Ill.

You Cannot Know Wine By The Barrell.

He That Talkes Much Of His Happinesse Summons Griefe.

He That Hath A Head Of Waxe Must Not Walke In The Sunne. [he That Hath A Head Of Wax Must Not Walk In The Sun.]

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.