A Wise Man Needes Not

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Yeeres Know More Then Bookes.

Wine Ever Paies For His Loding.

A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten. [a City That Parleys Is Half Gotten.]