Great Business Turns On A Little Pin.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

Sleepe Without Supping, And Wake Without Owing.

Cover Your Selfe With Your Shield, And Care Not For Cryes.

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

A Married Man Turns His Staffe Into A Stake.