He wants wit that wants resolved will To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. He must observe their mood on whom he jests, He who the sword of heaven will bear Honest as the skin between his brows. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief. Holy men at their death have good inspirations. Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. He is well paid that is well satisfied. How full of briars is this working-day world! Half won is match well made. He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! He that of greatest works is finisher, Honours thrive When rather from our acts we them derive Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. How sometimes nature will betray its folly, How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! He must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. He is but a bastard to the time He that stands upon a slippery place He that steeps his safety in true blood How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes. Hope to joy is little less in joy Than hope enjoy'd. How quickly nature falls into revolt He that but fears the thing he would not know Hath by instinct knowledge from others' eyes, That what he fear'd is chanced. He that dies this year is quit for the next. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping! There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. Hasty marriage seldom proveth well. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot Honour's train Is longer than his foreskirt. He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding. He that hath a will to die by himself fears it not from another. He that is proud eats up himself; pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle; and whatever praises itself but in the deed devours the deed in the praise. He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer. He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides; to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, Hollow men, like horses hot at hand, Make gallant show and promise of their mettle; But when they should endure the bloody spur, They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades, Sink in the trial. |