In Delay There Lies No Plenty.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.

A College Of Wit-crackers Cannot Flout Me Out Of My Humor. Dost Thou Think I Care For A Satire Or An Epigram?

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

Stars Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires: The Eyes Wink At The Hand; Yet Let That Be Which The Eye Fears, When It Is Done, To See

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.