He That Is Surprized With The First

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

Take Heed Of A Step-mother; The Very Name Of Her Sufficeth.

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.

The Sight Of A Man Hath The Force Of A Lyon.

To Whirle The Eyes Too Much Shewes A Kites Braine.