An Upbraided Morsell Never Choaked Any.

Hee Is A Foole That Thinks Not That Another Thinks.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

One Stroke Fells Not An Oke.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself.

In The Mouth Of A Bad Dog Fals Often A Good Bone.