None Is Offended But By Himselfe.

Valour That Parlies Is Neare Yeelding. [valor That Parleys Is Near Yielding.]

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

Hee That Lives Ill, Feare Followes Him.

If The Husband Be Not At Home, There Is Nobodie.