No Love Is Foule, Nor Prison Fair.

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.

Litle Stickes Kindle The Fire; Great Ones Put It Out.

Fooles Bite One Another, But Wise-men Agree Together.

Trust No Friend With That You Need Fear Him If He Were Your Enemy.

Hee That Is Throwne Would Ever Wrestle.