The Catt Sees Not The Mouse Ever.

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

Look Not For Musk In A Dog's Kennel.

Curtesie On One Side Only Lasts Not Long.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

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.