His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

Flies Are Busiest About Leane Horses.

A Married Man Turns His Staffe Into A Stake.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.

Some Evils Are Cured By Contempt.