The Grave Is Sooner Cloy'd Than Men's

If Thou Desire Not To Be Poor, Desire Not To Be Too Rich. He Is Rich, Not That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Poor, Not That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much. The Contented Mind Wants Nothing Which It Hath Not; The Covetous Mind Wants, Not Only What It Hath Not, But Likewise What It Hath.

It Is No Happiness To Live Long, Nor Unhappiness To Die Soon; Happy Is He That Hath Lived Long Enough To Die Well.

Has Fortune Dealt You Some Bad Cards. Then Let Wisdom Make You A Good Gamester.

Wisdom Not Only Gets, But Once Got, Retains.

My Soul, Sit Thou A Patient Looker-on; Judge Not The Play Before The Play Is Done: Her Plot Hath Many Changes; Every Day Speaks A New Scene; The Last Act Crowns The Play