Send Not A Catt For Lard.

Spectacles Are Deaths Harquebuze. [spectacles Are Death's Arquebuse.]

When You Are An Anvill, Hold You Still; When You Are A Hammer, Strike Your Fill.

Many, Affecting Wit Beyond Their Power, Have Got To Be A Dear Fool For An Hour.

Nothing Wears Clothes, But Man; Nothing Doth Need But He To Wear Them.

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.