Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

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

He That's Foolish In The Fault, Let Him Be Wise In The Punishment.

The Noise Is Greater Then The Nuts.

Better The Feet Slip Then The Tongue.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!