Goods Are Theirs That Enjoy Them.

Every One Stretcheth His Legges According To His Coverlet. [every One Stretches His Legs According To His Coverlet.]

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

The Eyes Have One Language Everywhere.

He That Dies Without The Company Of Good Men Puts Not Himselfe Into A Good Way.

Every Thing New Is Fine.