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, The quality of persons, and the time. 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, 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 |