Ill Comes In By Ells, And Goes

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

The Best Mirror Is An Old Friend.

Diseases Of The Eye Are To Bee Cured With The Elbow.

Hee Begins To Die, That Quits His Desires.

Reason Lies Betweene The Spurre And The Bridle. [reason Lies Between The Spur And The Bridle.]