...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

Be Advised; Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself: We May Outrun, By Violent Swiftness, That Which We Run At, And Lose By Over-running. Know You Not, The Fire That Mounts The Liquor Til Run O'er, In Seeming To Augment It Wastes It?

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have Good Faces.

There Is Flattery In Friendship.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.