Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.
Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.
Money never made any man rich, but his mind. He that can order himself to the law of nature, is not only without the sense, but the fear of poverty.
In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.
Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.