Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought to be interposed.
None is so wise, but the foole overtakes him.
The death of a young wolfe doth never come too soon.
The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.
Hee that goes barefoot, must not plant thornes.
Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie: a fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.