Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.

He That Lives Not Well One Yeare, Sorrowes Seven After. [he That Lives Not Well One Year Sorrows Seven Years After.]

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

Water Trotted Is As Good As Oates.

He Warmes Too Neere That Burnes.

Be Calm In Arguing; For Fierceness Makes Error A Fault, And Truth Discourtesy.