Hee That Falles Into The Durt, The

Pursue Not A Victory Too Far. He Hath Conquered Well That Hath Made His Enemy Fly; Thou Mayest Beat Him To A Desperate Resistance, Which May Ruin Thee.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself. Tibullus By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

He That Needs Five Thousand Pound To Live, Is Full As Poor As He That Needs But Five.

A Wise Man Needes Not Blush For Changing His Purpose.