True Praise Rootes And Spreedes.

Take Heed Of Foul Dirty Wayes, And Long Sicknesse.

Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

Love Your Neighbor, Yet Pull Not Down Your Hedge.

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.

Many, Affecting Wit Beyond Their Power, Have Got To Be A Dear Fool For An Hour.