Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.

News as wholesome as the morning air.

And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.

Let no man under value the price of a virtuous woman's counsel.

Promise is most given when the least is said.