Gentility Is Nothing But Ancient Riches.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

Where You Thinke There Is Bacon, There Is No Chimney.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

The Shortest Answer Is Doing.

Fooles Give To Please All But Their Owne.