Fine Dressing Is A Foule House Swept

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Many Kiss The Hand They Wish Cut Off.

Pardons And Pleasantnesse Are Great Revenges Of Slanders.

The Worst Of Law Is, That One Suit Breedes Twenty. [the Worst Of Law Is That One Suit Breeds Twenty.]

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.