Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May,

He That Is His Owne Counsellor Knowes Nothing Sure But What Hee Hath Laid Out.

A Sad, Wise Valor Is The Brave Complexion.

A Servant With This Clause Makes Drudgery Divine; Who Sweeps A Room As Forthy Laws Makes It And Th'action Fine.

A Noble Plant Suites Not With A Stubborne Ground.

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.