An Ill Weed Grows Apace.

He Is At No End Of His Actions Blestwhose Ends Will Make Him Greatest, And Not Best.

Young Men Think Old Men Are Fools, But Old Men Know Young Men Are Fools.

Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.