Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.

Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair In that she never studied to be fairer Than Nature made her; her beauty cost her nothing, Her virtues were so rare.

So our lives In acts exemplarie, not only winne Ourselves good Names, but doth to others give Matter for virtuous Deedes, by which wee live.

His deeds inimitable, like the Sea That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts Nor prints of Precedent for poore men's facts.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

Enough is as good as a feast.