The Foole Askes Much, But

The Singing Man Keepes His Shop In His Throate.

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!

The Little Cannot Bee Great, Unlesse He Devoure Many. [the Little Cannot Be Great Unless He Devour Many.]

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

Storms Make The Oak Grow Deeper Roots.