Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne

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.

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.

Jest Not With The Eye Or With Religion.

Hee Is Not Free That Drawes His Chaine.

Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In Coffers.