He That Mockes A Cripple, Ought To

Covetousnesse Breaks The Bag.

He That Praiseth Himselfe Spattereth Himselfe. [he That Praiseth Himself Spatteteth Himself.]

Every Man's Censure Is First Moulded In His Own Nature.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

Things Well Fitted Abide.