Whether You Boyle Snow Or Pound It,

The Scalded Head Feares Cold Water.

Who Remove Stones, Bruise Their Fingers.

Knowledge Is Folly Unless Grace Guide It.

Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes He Is In A Vine-garden.

That Which Will Not Be Spun, Let It Not Come Betweene The Spindle And The Distaffe.