Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting

But Whate'er I Am, Nor I Nor Any Man That But Man Is, With Nothing Shall Be Pleased 'til He Be Eased With Being Nothing.

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

'tis Best To Weigh The Enemy More Mighty Than He Seems.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

Drink Down All Unkindness.