He Lives Unsafely, That Lookes Too Neere

He That Lives Well Sees A Farre Off.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

All Beasts Of Prey Are Strong Or Treacherous.

Take Heede Of The Viniger Of Sweet Wine.

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