Who Doth His Owne Businesse, Foules Not

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

Unsound Minds Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poyson. [unsound Minds, Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poison.]

He That Hath Time And Looks For Better Time, Time Comes That He Repents Himself Of Time.

The Chollerick Drinkes, The Melancholick Eats, The Flegmatick Sleepes.

Good Cable, To Enforce And Draw, And Be Thy Law, While Thou Didst Wink And Wouldst Not See.