Keep Not Ill Men Company, Lest You

Who Sweeps A Room, As For Thy Laws, Makes That And The Action Fine.

There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke But What Was There.

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.

Pursue Not A Victory Too Far. He Hath Conquered Well That Hath Made His Enemy Fly; Thou Mayest Beat Him To A Desperate Resistance, Which May Ruin Thee.

Emptie Vessels Sound Most.