The First And Last Frosts Are The

Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes He Is In A Vine-garden.

The Tooth-ach Is More Ease Then To Deale With Ill People.

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.

Citties Are Taken By The Eares.

All Truths Are Not To Be Told.