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Laugh Not Too Much; The Witty Man Laughs Least: For Wit Is News Only To Ignorance. Lesse At Thine Own Things Laugh; Lest In The Jest Thy Person Share, And The Conceit Advance.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

Lord! Who Hath Praise Enough?

Storms Make The Oak Grow Deeper Roots.

A Hatt Is Not Made For One Shower.