To Deceive Ones Selfe Is Very Easie.

He That Sowes Trusts In God.

Who Hath No Head, Needes No Heart.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

Amongst Good Men Two Men Suffice.