Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.

All difficulties are easy when they are known.