He That Is Angry At A Feast

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

It's A Poore Stake That Cannot Stand One Yeare In The Ground.

Great Businesses Turne On A Little Pinne.

Thou Hast Death In Thy House, And Dost Bewaile Anothers.

The Corne Hides It Self In The Snow, As An Old Man In Furrs.