For Washing His Hands, None Sels His

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

What One Day Gives Us, Another Takes Away From Us. [what One Day Gives, Another Takes Away From Us.]

Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In Coffers.

They Favour Learning Whose Actions Are Worthy Of A Learned Pen.

Nothing Dries Sooner Then A Teare.