A Pittifull Mother Makes A Scald Head.

Willowes Are Weak, Yet They Bind Other Wood.

A Man Well Mounted Is Ever Cholerick.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

If The Mother Had Not Beene In The Oven, Shee Had Never Sought Her Daughter There.

A Caske And An Ill Custome Must Be Broken.