Lord! who hath praise enough?
This world is nothing except it tend to another.
Let anger's fire be slow to burn.
Foolish tongues talke by the dozen.
To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foule.
Be not too presumptuously sure in any business; for things of this world depend on such a train of unseen chances that if it were in man's hands to set the tables, still he would not be certain to win the game.