Men Fight Wars. Women Win Them.

[to Edward De Vere, Earl Of Oxford, On His Return From Self-imposed Exile, Occasioned By The Embarrassing Flatulence He Had Experienced In The Presence Of The Queen:] My Lord, I Had Forgot The Fart.

Anger Makes Dull Men Witty, But It Keeps Them Poor.

Brass Shines As Fair To The Ignorant As Gold To The Goldsmiths.

Eyes Of Youth Have Sharp Sight But Commonly Not So Deep As Those Of Elder Age.

I Plucke Up The Goodlie Greene Herbes Of Sentences By Pruning, Eat Them By Reading, Chawe Them By Musing, And Laie Them Up At Length In The Hie Seate Of Memorie By Gathering Them Together; That I, Having Tasted The Sweetenes, L May The Lesse Perceave The Bitternes Of This Miserable Life.