Every Day Brings His Bread With It.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.

Man Is All Symmetry, Full Of Proportions, One Limb To Another.

There Would Be No Great Ones, If There Were No Little Ones.

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

A Poore Beauty Finds More Lovers Then Husbands.