Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would

None Is A Fool Always, Everyone Sometimes.

Criticks Are Like Brushers Of Noblemens Cloaths.

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

Death Keepes No Calender.

There Is No Jollitie But Hath A Smack Of Folly. [there Is No Jollity But Hath A Smack Of Folly.]