Diseases Are The Tax On Pleasures.

A Joy That's Shared Is A Joy Made Double.

He Dances Well To Whom Fortune Pipes.

A Wonder Then It Must Needs Be,-that There Should Be Any Man Found So Stupid And Forsaken Of Reason As To Persuade Himself, That This Most Beautiful And Adorned World Was Or Could Be Produced By The Fortuitous Concourse Of Atoms.

A Talkative Person Runs Himself Upon Great Inconvenience By Blabbing Out His Own And Others' Secrets.

To Go Like A Cat Upon A Hot Bakestone.