A Woman Conceales What Shee Knowes Not.

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

The Chicken Is The Country's, But The City Eats It.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

When The Tree Is Fallen, All Goe With Their Hatchet. [when The Tree Is Fallen, All Go With Their Hatchet.]

Water Trotted Is As Good As Oates.