God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.
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!
Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.
If a donkey bray at you, don't bray at him.
He who has the pepper may season as he lists.
One sound blow will serve to undo us all.