Man Is One World, And Hath /

He That Will Not Have Peace, God Gives Him Warre. [he That Will Not Have Peace, God Gives Him War.]

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.

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.

Withough Danger You Cannot Go Beyond Danger.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.