Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.

Talkers Are No Good Doers.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

A Table-full Of Welcome!