One Flower Makes No Garland.

If All Fooles Had Babies, Wee Should Want Fuell.

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

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!

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

Honour Without Profit Is A Ring On The Finger.