Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till

What Many Men Desire--that 'many' May Be Meant By The Fool Multitude That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach, Which Pries Not To Th' Interior, But Like The Martlet Builds In The Weather On The Outward Wall, Even In The Force And Road Of Casualty.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.