Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's

He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.

Beauty, Wit, High Birth, Vigour Of Bone, Desert In Service, Love, Friendship, Charity, Are Subjects All To Envious And Calumniating Time.

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God.

New Customs, Though They Be Never So Ridiculous (nay, Let Em Be Unmanly), Yet Are Followed.