Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None Of It.

If Thou Art Rich, Thou Art Poor; For, Like An Ass, Whose Back With Ingots Bows, Thou Bearest Thy Heavy Riches But A Journey, And Death Unloads Thee.

Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make Thee Believe I Love.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.