After So Many Deaths I Live And

One Eye Of The Masters Sees More, Then Ten Of The Servants. [one Eye Of The Master Sees More Than Ten Of The Servants']

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

Every One Is Witty For His Owne Purpose.

Harken To Reason Or Shee Will Bee Heard.

A Man Of Great Memory Without Learning Hath A Rock And A Spindle And No Staff To Spin.