Citties Are Taken By The Eares.

What Your Glasse Telles You, Will Not Be Told By Councell.

Harken To Reason Or Shee Will Bee Heard.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

A Holy Habit Clenseth Not A Foule Soule.

Wouldst Thou Both Eat Thy Cake And Have It?