To Him That Will, Waies Are Not

A Man Well Mounted Is Ever Cholerick.

Every Man's Censure Is First Moulded In His Own Nature.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

For The Same Man To Be An Heretick And A Good Subject, Is Incompossible.

He That Dies Without The Company Of Good Men Puts Not Himselfe Into A Good Way.