It's no use crying over spilt milkWhat’s done, is done.

Could any State on Earth Immortall be,Venice by Her rare Goverment is She;Venice Great Neptunes Minion, still a Mayd,Though by the warrlikst Potentats assayed;Yet She retaines Her Virgin-waters pure,Nor any Forren mixtures can endure;Though, Syren-like on Shore and Sea, Her FaceEnchants all those whom once She doth embrace,Nor is ther any can Her bewty prizeBut he who hath beheld her with his Eyes:Those following Leaves display, if well observed,How she long Her Maydenhead preserved,How for sound prudence She still bore the Bell;Whence may be drawn this high-fetchd parallel,Venus and Venice are Great Queens in their degree,Venus is Queen of Love, Venice of Policie.

He that hath the name to be an early riser may sleep till noon.

He that hath the name to be an early riser may sleep till noon.

After rain comes fair weather.

An acre of performance is worth the whole world of promise.

God comes at last when we think he is farthest off.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.