Still Fisheth He That Catcheth

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

On Painting And Fighting Looke Aloofe. [on Painting And Fighting Look Aloof.]

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.

Pleasing Ware Is Half Sold.