Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.
Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her winged spirit Is feathered often times with heavenly words, And, like her beauty, ravishing and pure.
Words writ in waters.
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.
Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.