No Naked Man Is Sought After To

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

You Must Lose A Fly To Catch A Trout.

Pardon All But Thy Selfe. [pardon All But Thyself.]