Of all knowledge the wise and good seek most to know themselves.

Sweets to the sweet.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.

Tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.

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?

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.