He That Staies Does The Businesse.

Nothing Secure Unlesse Suspected.

Man Is All Symmetry Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another, And All To All The World Besides; Each Part May Call The Farthest, Brother; For Head With Foot Hath Private Amity And Both With Moons And Tides.

None Is Borne Master.

Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

God Heales, And The Physitian Hath The Thankes.