The Least Foolish Is Wise.

Envy Not Greatness: For Thou Mak'st Thereby Thyself The Worse, And So The Distance Greater.

Take Heede Of The Viniger Of Sweet Wine.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

Covetousnesse Breaks The Bag.

Hee That Lies Long A Bed, His Estate Feeles It.