Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook

Omittance Is No Quittance.

All Gold And Silver Rather Turn To Dirt, An 'tis No Better Reckoned But Of These Who Worship Dirty Gods.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

Lady, You Are The Cruel'st She Alive If You Will Lead These Graces To The Grave And Leave The World No Copy.