There Were No Ill Language, If It

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself.

Man Is All Symmetry Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another, And All To All The World Besides; Each Part May Call The Farthest, Brother; For Head With Foot Hath Private Amity And Both With Moons And Tides.

Welcome Evill, If Thou Commest Alone. [welcome Evil, If Thou Comest Alone.]

The Best Remedy Against An Ill Man Is Much Ground Betweene Both. [the Best Remedy Against An Ill Man Is Much Ground Between Both.]

A Wicked Mans Gift Hath A Touch Of His Master.