To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.

Gently to hear, kindly to judge.

The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!