Man Does What He Can, And God

If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars Might Ride.

The Horse Thinks One Thing And He That Rides Him Another

Better The Last Smile Than The First Laughter.

A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

A Talkative Person Runs Himself Upon Great Inconvenience By Blabbing Out His Own And Others' Secrets.