Who Doth His Owne Businesse, Foules Not

A Sad, Wise Valor Is The Brave Complexion.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

A Beane In Liberty Is Better Then A Comfit In Prison.

Man Is All Symmetry Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another, And All To All The World Besides; Each Part May Call The Farthest, Brother; For Head With Foot Hath Private Amity And Both With Moons And Tides.

An Idle Youth, A Needy Age.