They That Hold The Greatest Farmes, Pay

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

Some Make A Conscience Of Spitting In The Church, Yet Robbe The Altar.

An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.

We Live In An Age That Hath More Need Of Good Example Than Precepts.