Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

I Am Not Only Witty In Myself, But The Cause That Wit Is In Other Men.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.