As There Comes Light From Heaven And

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

Therefore, To Be Possess'd With Double Pomp, To Guard A Title That Was Rich Before, To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily, To Throw A Perfume On The Violet, To Smooth The Ice, Or Add Another Hue Unto The Rainbow, Or With Taper-light To Seek The Beauteous Eye Of Heaven To Garnish, Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.