Feares Are Divided In The Midst.

The Command Of Custome Is Great.

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.

It Is Better To Have Wings Then Hornes.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]