He That Chastens One, Chastens 20.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

You Must Strike In Measure, When There Are Many To Strike On One Anvile.

We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

Discreet Women Have Neither Eyes Nor Eares. [discreet Women Have Neither Eyes Nor Ears.]

The Wind In Ones Face Makes One Wise.