There Were No Ill Language, If It

A Man Well Mounted Is Ever Cholerick.

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

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear.

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.