Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

This Man, Lady, Hath Robb'd Many Beasts Of Their Particular Additions: He Is As Valiant As A Lion, Churlish As The Bear, Slow As The Elephant-a Man Into Whom Nature Hath So Crowded Humours That His Valour Is Crush'd Into Folly, His Folly Sauced With Discretion.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain To All, All Shall Die.

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.