Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.