He that looseth is Marchant as well as he that gaines.
Leave jesting whiles it pleaseth, lest it turne to earnest.
Between the businesse of life and the day of death, a space ought to be interposed.
Hee that would be a Gentleman, let him goe to an assault.
Teach me, my God and king In all things thee to see And what I do in anything To do it as for thee
I had rather aske of my sire browne bread, then borrow of my neighbour white.