To Whirle The Eyes Too Much Shewes

Every Man's Censure Is First Moulded In His Own Nature.

Hee That Hath Charge Of Soules Transports Them Not In Bundles.

You May Be On Land, Yet Not In A Garden.

Hee That Looseth His Due, Gets Not Thankes.

He That Tells A Secret Is Anothers Servant. [he That Tells A Secret Is Another's Servant.]