He who rushes headlong into love will fare worse than if he had
cast himself from a precipice.

He who rushes headlong into love will fare worse than if he had
cast himself from a precipice.

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to read more

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.

So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells.

What he has is of no more use to the miser than that which he has
not.

What he has is of no more use to the miser than that which he has
not.

That which you know, know not; and that which you see, see not.

That which you know, know not; and that which you see, see not.

Still harping on my daughter.

Still harping on my daughter.

An old Physitian, and a young Lawyer.

An old Physitian, and a young Lawyer.

It's absurd to warme one in his armour.

It's absurd to warme one in his armour.

Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]

Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]