1593 – 1633 • British • Poet
He that hath lost his credit is dead to the world.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
Speak not of my debts unless you mean to pay them.
There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it.
Spend not on hopes.
Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.
Never was a miser a brave soul.
Be thrifty, but not covetous.
Better never begin than never make an end.
Punishment is lame, but it comes.
The devil divides the world between atheism and superstition.
The offender never pardons.
Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.
One father is enough to govern one hundred sons, but not a hundred sons one father.
The resolved mind hath no cares.
The eyes have one language everywhere.
Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.
He hath no leisure who useth it not.
There is great force hidden in a gentle command.
It is part of a poor spirit to undervalue himself and blush.
