Man And Wife Make One Fool.

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.

Of All Wild Beasts Preserve Me From A Tyrant; And Of All Tame A Flatterer.

Ready Writing Makes Not Good Writing, But Good Writing Brings On Ready Writing.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.

[the Play] Is Like To Be A Very Conceited Scurvy One, In Plain English.