Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In

Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself.

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

Tis No Sin For A Man To Labor In His Vocation.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.