If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades,

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

He That Hath A Head Of Waxe Must Not Walke In The Sunne. [he That Hath A Head Of Wax Must Not Walk In The Sun.]

He That Is Not In The Warres Is Not Out Of Danger.

Let Thy Mind's Sweetness Have Its Operation Upon Thy Body, Clothes, And Habitation.

The Noise Is Greater Then The Nuts.