Threatned Men Eat Bread, Says The Spaniard.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

All Feete Tread Not In One Shoe.

Feares Are Divided In The Midst.

Hee That Workes After His Owne Manner, His Head Akes Not At The Matter.

Weening Is Not Measure.