Make Use Of Time, Let

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Good Things Should Be Praised.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel; But Being In, Bear't That The Opposed May Beware Of Thee. Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment. Costly Thy Habit As Thy Purse Can Buy, But Not Express'd In Fancy; Rich, Not Gaudy; For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.