Good Men But See Death, The Wicked

Still To Be Neat, Still To Be Drest, As You Were Going To A Feast, Still To Be Powder'd, All Perfum'd. Lady, It Is To Be Presumed, Though Art's Hid Causes Are Not Found, All Is Not Sweet, All Is Not Sound.

Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

Great Honours Are Great Burdens, But On Whom They Are Cast With Envy, He Doth Bear Two Loads.

Peace Is Never More Than One Thought Away.

To Speak And To Speak Well Are Two Things. A Fool May Talk, But A Wise Man Speaks.