Words Are Women, Deeds Are Men.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

If Fooles Should Not Foole It, They Shall Lose Their Season.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Wisedome Hath One Foot On Land, And Another On Sea.

He That Serves, Must Serve.