Who Spits Against Heaven, It Falls In

Folly Growes Without Watering.

Hee That Hath Charge Of Soules Transports Them Not In Bundles.

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

Better Speake Truth Rudely, Then Lye Covertly.