Of them, whose faults are worthy to bee shent.

Nor are they lesse to blame, who carry Swords,

To punish errors; but, nor lookes, nor words,

To cherish well deservings: And, in this,

Most men, that punish others, doe amisse.

Sure, if the Sword misdoing, may pursue,

For doing-well, the Coronet is due.


The Tongue, which every secret speakes,
Is like a Barrell full of leakes.