If A Donkey Bray At You, Don't

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

France Is A Meddow That Cuts Thrice A Yeere.

Wine-counsels Seldome Prosper.

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

Hee Lookes Not Well To Himselfe That Lookes Not Ever.