The Life Of Man Is A Winter

The Sight Of A Man Hath The Force Of A Lyon.

It's An Ill Councell That Hath No Escape.

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.

At Length The Fox Turnes Monk.

Take Heed Of Credit Decaid, And People That Have Nothing.