Ill Vessels Seldome Miscarry.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.

Ill Natures, The More You Aske Them, The More They Stick.

Man Is All Symmetry Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another, And All To All The World Besides; Each Part May Call The Farthest, Brother; For Head With Foot Hath Private Amity And Both With Moons And Tides.

The Eyes Have One Language Everywhere.