A Flatterers Throat Is An Open Sepulcher.

Shew Me A Lyer, And I'le Shew Thee A Theefe.

Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would Not Have Thee Die.

One Sound Blow Will Serve To Undo Us All.

It's Absurd To Warme One In His Armour.

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.