The Thorne Comes Forth With

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

Marry Your Daughters Betimes, Lest They Marry Themselves.

There Are Many Waies To Fame. {there Are Many Ways To Fame.]

A Man Of Great Memory Without Learning Hath A Rock And A Spindle And No Staff To Spin.