Good Swimmers At Length Are Drowned.

The Singing Man Keepes His Shop In His Throate.

The Constancy Of The Benefit Of The Yeere In Their Seasons Argues A Deity.

Who Will Make A Doore Of Gold Must Knock A Naile Every Day.

A Sad, Wise Valor Is The Brave Complexion.

He That Riseth Betimes Hath Some Thing In His Head.