A Piece Of A Churchyard Fits Everybody.

A Beane In Liberty Is Better Then A Comfit In Prison.

All Things Have Their Place, Knew Wee How To Place Them.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

It's An Ill Councell That Hath No Escape.

Chuse A Horse Made, And A Wife To Make.