Books Are Faithful Repositories, Which

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

... The Best Pilots Have Need Of Mariners, Besides Sails, Anchor And Other Tackle.

The Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.

Come, My Celia, Let Us Prove, While We Can, The Sports Of Love, Time Will Not Be Ours For Ever, He, At Length, Our Good Will Sever; Spend Not Then His Gifts In Vain: Suns That Set May Rise Again; But If Once We Lose This Light, 'tis With Us Perpetual Night. Why Should We Defer Our Joys? Fame And Rumour Are But Toys.

For A Man To Write Well, There Are Required Three Necessaries: To Read The Best Authors, Observe The Best Speakers, And Much Exercise Of His Own Style.