Some Evils Are Cured By Contempt.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

Beauty Draws More Than Oxen.

Better Good Afarre Off, Then Evill At Hand. [better Good Afar Than Evil At Hand.]

The Dark Grave, Which Knows All Secrets, Can Alone Reclaim The Fatal Doubt Once Cast On A Woman's Name.

Every One Thinkes His Sacke Heaviest.