Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty.
Be advised; Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself: we may outrun, By violent swiftness, that which we run at, And lose by over-running. Know you not, The fire that mounts the liquor til run o'er, In seeming to augment it wastes it?
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.