Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

Where You Thinke There Is Bacon, There Is No Chimney.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear.

The Offender Never Pardons.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.