One Stroke Fells Not An Oke.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

Take Heede Of An Oxe Before, Of An Horse Behind, Of A Monke On All Sides.

The Smith And His Penny Both Are Black.

To Deceive Ones Selfe Is Very Easie.

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