Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.

Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.

The covetous man never has money. The prodigal will have none shortly.

Our whole life is like a play.

Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.

Out of clothes out of countenance, out of countenance out of wit.

Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.