Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.

For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.

I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.

Make ducks and drakes with shillings.

Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.

Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought.

Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.