How Many Fond Fools Serve

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Happy Thou Art Not; For What Thou Hast Not, Still Thou Strivest To Get; And What Thou Hast, Forgettest.

Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?

Take It In What Sense Thou Wilt.

Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.