Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.

Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

Our Whole Life Is Like A Play.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Ne'er Looks Back; And Is A Swelling, And The Last Affection A High Mind Can Put Off; Being Both A Rebel Unto The Soul And Reason, And Enforceth All Laws, All Conscience, Treads Upon Religion, And Offereth Violence To Nature's Self.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.