Building Is A Sweet Impoverishing.

A Flatterers Throat Is An Open Sepulcher.

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.

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

Chuse Not An House Neere An Lnne (viz. For Noise) Or In A Corner (for Filth).

It Is A Great Victory That Comes Without Blood.