Words Are As They Are Taken, And

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

For Whom He Means To Make An Often Guest, One Dish Shall Serve; And Welcome Make The Rest.

Revenge Commonly Hurts Both The Offerer And Sufferer; As We See In A Foolish Bee, Which In Her Anger Invenometh The Flesh And Loseth Her Sting, And So Lives A Drone Ever After.

Ambition Is Torment Enough For An Enemy; For It Affords As Much Discontentment In Enjoying As In Want, Making Men Like Poisoned Rats, Which, When They Have Tasted Of Their Bane, Cannot Rest Till They Drink, And Then Can Much Less Rest Till They Die

Fools Measure Actions, After They Are Done, By The Event; Wise Men Beforehand, By The Rules Of Reason And Right. The Former Look To The End, To Judge Of The Act. Let Me Look To The Act, And Leave The End With God.