An Idle Head Is A Boxe For

To Whirle The Eyes Too Much Shewes A Kites Braine.

Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The Kitchin.

You Cannot Make A Wind-mill Goe With A Paire Of Bellowes.

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.

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