The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

Violent Fires Soon Burn Out Themselves, Small Showers Last Long, But Sudden Storms Are Short; He Tires Betimes That Spurs Too Fast.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.