On A Good Bargain Think Twice.

When One Is On Horsebacke Hee Knowes All Things.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Whatsoever Was The Father Of A Disease, An Ill Diet Was The Mother.

Hee That Would Be A Gentleman, Let Him Goe To An Assault.

Where There Is No Honour, There Is No Griefe.