What is more miserable than discontent?

Too much to know is to know naught but fame.

Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.

Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.