The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake, he cannot sleep: Thus of every grief in heart He with thee does bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty.

He that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love