The Gentle Hawke Halfe Mans Her Selfe.

The Wearer Knowes, Where The Shoe Wrings.

It's Better To Be Head Of A Lyzard, Then The Tayle Of A Lyon.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

Better To Be Blinde, Then To See Ill.

There Were No Ill Language, If It Were Not Ill Taken.