Critics Are Like Brushers Of Noblemen's Clothes.

Help Thyself, And God Will Help Thee.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

Punishment Is Lame, But It Comes.

Everyone Puts His Fault On The Times.

Chuse None For Thy Servant Who Have Served Thy Betters.