A Man Well Mounted Is Ever Cholerick.

The First Service A Child Doth His Father Is To Make Him Foolish.

Every One Stretcheth His Legges According To His Coverlet. [every One Stretches His Legs According To His Coverlet.]

Light Burdens, Long Borne, Grow Heavy.

The Gowne Is His That We Ares It, And The World His That Enjoyes It.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.