Good Horses Make Short Miles.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

Saint Luke Was A Saint And A Physitian, Yet Is Dead.

One Hand Washeth Another, And Both The Face.

Feare, The Bedle Of The Law.

An Idle Head Is A Boxe For The Winde.