The Worst Of Law Is,

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.

The Tongue Is Not Steele, Yet It Cuts. [the Tongue Is Not Steel Yet It Cuts.]

An Ill Deed Cannot Bring Honor.