Silkes And Satins Put Out The Fire

The Longest Day Hath An Eueninge.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.

Love Without End, Hath No End, Says The Spaniard: (meaning, If It Were Not Begun On Particular Ends, It Would Last).

Hee That Would Bee Well Old, Must Bee Old Betimes.