Vertue And A Trade Are

Diseases Of The Eye Are To Bee Cured With The Elbow.

Leave Jesting Whiles It Pleaseth, Lest It Turne To Earnest.

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

The Command Of Custome Is Great.