Speake Not Of A Dead

One Hour's Sleep Before Midnight Is Worth Three After.

He Is Onely Bright That Shines By Himselfe.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Astrologie Is True, But The Astrologers Cannot Finde It.

Greene Wood Makes A Hott Fire.