Bee Not A Baker, If Your Head

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

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!

To Seek In A Sheep Five Feet When There Is But Four.

He That Pitties Another, Remembers Himselfe.

Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.