To Go Where The King Goes Afoot

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

A Curst Cow Hath Short Hornes. [a Curst Cow Has Short Horns.]

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear.

There Is No Man, Though Never So Little, But Sometimes He Can Hurt.

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.