When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

The fear's as bad as falling.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light

A fusty nut with no kernel.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.

How much an ill word may empoison liking!