Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd

Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

Love Adds A Precious Seeing To The Eye.