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?

I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing.

The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.