Losse Embraceth Shame.

He That Deales In The World Needes Foure Seeves.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

A Holy Habit Clenseth Not A Foule Soule.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

On A Good Bargain Think Twice.