When parents put gold into the hands of youth, when they should put a rod under their girdle--when instead of awe they make them past grace, and leave them rich executors of goods, and poor executors of godliness, then it is no marvel that the son being left rich by his father's will, becomes reckless by his own will.

Love knoweth no laws.

Far more seemly to have thy study full of books, than thy purse full of money.

Whatsoever is in the heart of the sober man, is in the mouth of the drunkard.

A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, kill'd by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love.

Where the countenance is fair, there need no colors.

The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.