Anothers Bread Costs Deare.

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

To Fine Folkes A Little Ill Finely Wrapt.

Of A Pigs Taile You Can Never Make A Good Shaft. [of A Pig's Tail You Can Never Make A Good Shaft.]

Doe What Thou Oughtest, And Come What Come Can.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.