It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine

Love Makes One Fitt For Any Work.

Gaming, Women, And Wine, While They Laugh They Make Men Pine.

Though The Mastiffe Be Gentile, Yet Bite Him Not By The Lippe.

Man Is All Symmetry Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another, And All To All The World Besides; Each Part May Call The Farthest, Brother; For Head With Foot Hath Private Amity And Both With Moons And Tides.

The Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speakes. [the Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speaks.]