A Wise Man Cares Not For What

Beate The Dog Before The Lyon.

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

Give A Clown Your Finger, And He Will Take Your Hand.

Let An Ill Man Lie In Thy Straw, And He Looks To Be Thy Heire.