Were There No Fooles, Badd Ware Would

That Is Not Good Language Which All Understand Not.

Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know Not One Another.

Souldiers In Peace Are Like Chimneys In Summer.

If Any Speak Ill Of Thee, Fly Home To Thy Own Conscience And Examine Thy Heart. If Thou Art Guilty, It Is A Just Correction; If Not Guilty, It Is A Fair Instruction.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]