Beauty Draws More Than Oxen.

Honour Without Profit Is A Ring On The Finger.

Nothing Is To Be Presumed On, Or Despaired Of.

To Him That Will, Waies Are Not Wanting.

No Barber Shaves So Close But Another Finds Worke.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.