He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

Be Calm In Arguing; For Fierceness Makes Error A Fault, And Truth Discourtesy.

The Dark Grave, Which Knows All Secrets, Can Alone Reclaim The Fatal Doubt Once Cast On A Woman's Name.

Hee Lookes Not Well To Himselfe That Lookes Not Ever.

All Things Have Their Place, Knew Wee How To Place Them.