Waste Not Thy Time In Windy Argument

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: Let's Talk Of Graves, Of Worms, And Epitaphs; Make Dust Our Paper And With Rainy Eyes Write Sorrow On The Bosom Of The Earth

This Act Is An Ancient Tale New Told; And, In The Last Repeating, Troublesome, Being Urged At A Time Unseasonable.

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.