Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.