“Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious,Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.”

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

“Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.”

“Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.”

“This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;And to do that well craves a kind of wit:He must observe their mood on whom he jests,The quality of persons, and the time,And, like the haggard, check at every featherThat comes before his eye. This is a practiseAs full of labour as a wise man's artFor folly that he wisely shows is fit;But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.”

“I flamed amazement”

“Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.”