An Idle Head Is A Boxe For

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

Vertue Flies From The Heart Of A Mercenary Man.

Spies Are The Ears And Eyes Of Princes.

To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde Of Manna.

Every Thing Is Of Use To A Houskeeper.