Send Not A Catt For Lard.

Take Heede Of An Oxe Before, Of An Horse Behind, Of A Monke On All Sides.

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.

A Man Is Known To Be Mortal By Two Things, Sleep And Lust.

Call Me Not An Olive, Till Thou See Me Gathered.

Good Swimmers At Length Are Drowned.