Warre Is Deaths Feast.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

One Hand Washeth Another, And Both The Face.

A Disarmed Peace Is Weake.

The Tongue Walkes Where The Teeth Speede Not.

A Dwarfe On A Gyants Shoulder Sees Further Of The Two. [a Dwarf On A Giant's Shoulder Sees Farther Of The Two.