Assaile Who Will, The Valiant Attends.

A Woman Conceales What Shee Knowes Not.

He That Sends A Foole Expects One.

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

February Makes A Bridge And March Breakes It. [february Makes A Bridge, And March Breaks It.]

Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes, Salt.