Cover Your Selfe With Your Shield, And

Who Likes Not The Drinke, God Deprives Him Of Bread.

We Must Recoile A Little, To The End We May Leap The Better.

What Your Glasse Telles You, Will Not Be Told By Councell.

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.

Your Pot Broken Seemes Better Then My Whole One.