The Thorne Comes Forth With The Point

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

Though A Lie Be Well Drest, It Is Ever Overcome. [though A Lie Be Well Dressed, It Is Ever Overcome.]

Hee Commands Enough That Obeyes A Wise Man.

He That Feares Leaves, Let Him Not Goe Into The Wood.