There Is No Man, Though Never So

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Help Thyself, And God Will Help Thee.

Things Well Fitted Abide.

He That Dies Without The Company Of Good Men Puts Not Himselfe Into A Good Way.

Every One Is Weary, The Poore In Seeking, The Rich In Keeping, The Good In Learning.