Fortune, That Favors Fools.

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

Who Will Not Judge Him Worthy To Be Robbed That Sets His Doors Wide Open To A Thief, And Shows The Felon Where His Treasure Lies?

The Day For Whose Returns, And Many, All These Pray; And So Do I.

True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect Fine Wit.

Reader Look, Not On His Picture But His Book.