To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.

To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.

He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.

He will burne his house, to warme his hands.

He will burne his house, to warme his hands.

Tell me, thou old man, worthy of a child's bauble.

Tell me, thou old man, worthy of a child's bauble.

The itch of disputing is the scab of the Church.

The itch of disputing is the scab of the Church.

Better good afarre off, then evill at hand.

Better good afarre off, then evill at hand.

And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

What were vices have become the fashion of the day.

What were vices have become the fashion of the day.