Parsons Are Soules Waggoners.

None Is So Wise, But The Foole Overtakes Him.

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?

Diseases Of The Eye Are To Bee Cured With The Elbow.

He That Dies Without The Company Of Good Men Puts Not Himselfe Into A Good Way.

Water A Farre Off Quencheth Not Fire.