You Are Not Wood, You

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And Grace.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.