A Flatterers Throat Is An Open Sepulcher.

He That Feares Leaves, Let Him Not Goe Into The Wood.

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

For All May Have, If They Dare To Try, A Glorious Life, Or Grave.

Hee Will Spend A Whole Yeares Rent At One Meales Meate.

Welcome Evill, If Thou Commest Alone. [welcome Evil, If Thou Comest Alone.]